sometimes
hear beside pleasant whining
a
chatter the inexplicable splendor of man
stands
garbed shameless in nothing
sails
wide past beating oars of dreams
carried
down the steam of promised comment
a
new start under feet nothing but dirty hands,
humble people- nothing then came
burning
heart still lit in flames till bones are seen
deep
sea swell in whispers of age
youth
the whirlpool of life
once
hansom and tall as you now are come torchlight
red of the crying rebellion of stony places
little
patience running down sandy rocks.
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