troubled trembling tears
etch the black volcanic sand
fire ashes gone cold
the breath of life
whispering for the surf
to send its waves
to cover the lopsided
axis lines and angles
designing motion
moon pulling destiny
liaison to what lies beyond
the suns searching strands
weaving wantonly
chased by wind swept clouds
sacredly selecting
the path of life
in the black sand
Thursday, July 1, 2010
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