I will pass into writing new voices.
When read the reader will stumble,
unless I believe I am humble,
as I write this scattered verse.
O Universe of choices, colliding
with free will, exciting life,
inviting voices old and new,
are you the
Universe of colliding choices,
containing ricochets of life,
giving weight to things so light as words?
Our frail will will break into pieces
when patience crumbles into mumbles,
but may we still believe we can attain
the peace we came to see unearthed.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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