Tagged: drifting
in the end, we may
in the end, we may
not find symmetry before
it finds us, only
if we are lucky, slipping
into an unwakeable sleep
.
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maybe we are all
maybe we are all
upturned and unmoored, drifting
farther from the shore
.
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for the moment, we
for the moment, we
are oarless, drifting in our
particular brand
of hope, altogether one
nation, innumerous tribes
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: hope
with our backs against
with our backs against
a solid earth, gazing
up, a moment full
of impermanence –
drifting
clouds, hearts
.
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