By Mark O'Cummings · Wednesday
The Divine One could
call backwards, suns and moons
to days where choices -
altered eternities
Different ones I would make -
for sure? I believe?
But choices fall where they rest
becoming the sea of the past.
I glance long, down upon my hands
this is who I am!
Alas! Time presses on
Remembering the pain of Ancient Stones
call backwards, suns and moons
to days where choices -
altered eternities
Different ones I would make -
for sure? I believe?
But choices fall where they rest
becoming the sea of the past.
I glance long, down upon my hands
this is who I am!
Alas! Time presses on
Remembering the pain of Ancient Stones
By: Mark O'Cummings (2011)
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