This path to present
Has been perilous.
With crests and troughs as climactic
As ancient seas of merciless rogues.
             Sunken sails glare from depths too shallow.
Phantom vessels that once held their course,
Now scattered like orphaned thoughts.
I trudge across this necropolis,
Tempted to remember.
Fiending to forget.

I hold my course.

Through still and storm,
          I ...endlessly... find myself.

Time
(andtimeagain,)
My eyes un l  a   c    e     ;
Re-birthed out of ambivalent waters,
To observe broader horizons
From greater peaks.
To regard departed trenches
With unquestionable discernment.
To see with eyes unclouded
By fear and anguish.

My voyage
Is one of contrasts;
Constant inconstants.
I travel with reverence
of both summit
And valley,
Light and shadow.
From unconscious
To conscious,
Give me death,
And give me life
Again
And again.

Andagain

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