Poetry

Something from the archives: 1997

It’s sad, you know

us frail pitiful wounded beings

wandering hitherto on this globe.

Longing, reaching, flailing around

hoping some random events will unify

into some meaningful whole.

To feel wholeness, completeness

is to live,

and yet so few, if any

find it.

So I feel around in the dark

and catch glimpses

of a spark.

SE

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~ by collidescopes on January 11, 2011.

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