Monday, March 19, 2007

Untitled

I'm not the same as you saw me last,
too much has since come and past.
the world on its path still spins around,
wobbling a bit, not yet run aground.

the winds blow sand across the plain,
reshaping the dunes that once knew my name;
the waves pound the cliffs back into salt,
and they'll rise again from their fault.

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