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Tue, 29 Apr 2003
tear
today tasted like a memory from oh so long ago
They tell me it was yesterday but I don't know. In my mind it could
have been a decade or a generation ago.
I think of souls traveling through water; each with a wake. Some stay
afloat and drive forward with such vigor that the rest of us are
constantly rocking and reeling.
Some of us entail to dip under the surface and--meaning or
not--explore the darkness and depths below.
We may still see ripples and be reminded that they are still with us,
somewhere, seeking, pushing forth through the blue.
And sometimes we loose sight of them. We cannot say for sure if they
will come up; will awake; to take another breath. Or if we must
challenge our memories to recall of what the surface was like with their
presence.
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