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The Day Cries
The day cries tears of endless rain And sings a sad song As we go through the motions of the working day. The day tries, as the remembered highs and lows Map a broader picture To shine on a dim light. The day dies to the old ways To find the gold in the earth. The mud and the mire will reveal more As Gaia grows her cloth. The day sighs and breathes a deeper breath. I breath the song. We sing in the unknown choir, Together and alone, Eternal power. And the day flies
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The Way
Along the way And by the way And in the way We make our way. The way is rough The way is smooth And wide And tight And undulates with life. The way is long And art is long The way is short And taught And strong. We find the way By the way And give away a lot. |
AuthorThe flotsam and jetsam of life; the inside and the outside made sense, recycled and the juxtapositions of words re-formed, re-configured for creative reproduction. Archives
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