The Tide
Tide comes rolling forward
Plain to see
Weather isn't just
Or fair
It isn't
Our
Repair
Justice
Knocking
At my door
Waving in the air
My sword
Crying inward
Bursting flames
Notwithstanding
Outward gains
Feeling in
My words gone numb
Cast aside
Those endless sums
Meeting you
I cause
You say
Will this be the end
Today?
Whisking round
And round the bend
Wondering
Where this will
End.
9-2-09
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