Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Colossus

Solitary, meager patch of dryness, eyes closed and head down

Cold wind around my face

Heart very much alive, upon this old familiar Earth.  The universal constant

Just another traveler no different from you, or from yours,

Caught up in the same patterns of breath, sadness, hunger, and rebirth


My voice makes its presence known,

 small,  yet vigil

 weak, yet purposed

 scattered, yet held together

 broken, yet defiant


silent in fearful reverence

silent, always

To all but one.









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