COTTON TO THE MILL

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the iron will of time

man feels he must somehow break through  

the force of generations past

flow to his way of sculpting each moment

he is in a sense a revision of

his for fathers' toil

and yet a mere cliff note of all that they hoped

to achieve

deep introspection takes root

the world paints for him yet another day

and still he knows

he would be but a shadow of nothing

without such map as that of

his private memories

for humanity in all its ancient forms

is but cotton to the mill

let loose on a world full of its own

undeniable charms...........

(written Sept. 21,2005 3am)












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