Thursday, December 10, 2009

Desert Clues

I walk the sand, pensive
stepping backwards in my head
instead, the spiral down felt hard
watching my feet forced forward
step by step ahead of the wind
there is no stopping the progress
despite the birth pangs there
and no glimmer of beach glass found, lest
you are willing to look at the sand, pensive
birthing your soul from within

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