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A Wind
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Wayward Motions Forecast for the 'morrow:
Suncast moments
and
perplex simplicities.
(I am just an 'observer of beautiful forms')
Sunshadowed forms
creep along the southern
streets.
Made-men mimic Nature
thinking all the while
that She steals from us.
I attend, I examine, I am within
somewhat of a-
Kaleidoscope dreamscape.
It rocks and stills me
It is a divine act;
courteous and wrenching.
A southern wind
entwines in my tresses
with knightly intentions
of a surety.
But it reminds me
of the pure, unadulterated
depth that Darkness can
accede to.
~(Beautiful in its own right)~
We are all willing participants
in the game of Life;
We choose, we gain, and we
lose again and again-
Weaving in and out of time,
counting all the losses and
never the wins.
Not this time.
The southern wind
pulls towards the horizon
and I step out from the within.
I tire of fighting Shadows,
I just want to live.
