The Aftermath
Entered into quiet, little circleson this cloud
I sit behind
a reason
Yet, although
it comes to pass
Seeking something
That does last
A shining star
above this ocean-filled desire
Calling into
many caves
Little candles
Saving only little lights
Beyond these tears
I will follow
Narrow paths
That lead to ever-winding
nowhere.
8-4-10
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