methuselah’s last stand
if i could walk away from the answers
my footprints would fill with more questions
i am held in place by the harpooned taproot
of my own bark-coated existence
but the leaves i toss into the wind
have every right to fly
the ground you walk on is made from the crust
of today’s leftover uncertainty
nothing is real but faith and
i believe in the sun
burning through my temporary cloak
winter is meant to reveal what we’re made of
and you think
it should be more complicated
forever is time’s long lost daughter
singing to the sailor of finite
what you see is only an echo
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August 26th, 2014 at 9:57 am
so much truth in this…how winter reveals our own truthes…and so many questions…i think questions are good though…they mean we are still questing…and i believe in the sun as well…smiles…
the ground you walk on is made from the crust
of today’s leftover uncertainty….great line
August 26th, 2014 at 5:00 pm
Just so fabulous. I love it.
August 27th, 2014 at 5:24 pm
Great. All of it.
August 30th, 2014 at 1:33 pm
I read an article this morning by a physicist that this pen resonates with. It’s on the Nautilus site, his name is Alan Lightman, appropriately enough. ~