Tide, burst, remembrance
long gone by,
Word of the speechless
plastered on the
sky,
Essence; what was there?
Patience,
Vibration toward greater
transcendence,
Questions unprepared
though the answer's
given,
Locked on course, heart
and soul driven,
Ridden to the other side
and back,
Upon a knee in grace;
defenseless? No,
attack!
Forcing through toward the
sun's peaking crest,
Six down and the seventh
to rest,
Four points and then
four more,
Sword down, who's
keeping score?
All said and done,
at peace right now under
the sun,
Sanctified and resting as
one...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman
09/16/2013
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