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Nov 2013
Consciousness...
A stream fed by melting snow
from a mountain standing alone.

A lonely mountain all alone
left to fend for himself by his
parents, the plates and oceans.

The stream enters the ocean
and there is lost. Lost to
the waves and salt and tide.

Salty waves batter and battle
conquer and fight only ever
winning against the land.

The land's cliffs defend but
no ground is taken only lost
to the sea and its onslaught.

An onslaught into the mind
of a thinker, a dreamer, a writer
a writer's consciousness.
Nathan Douglas Day
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Nathan Douglas Day  Nairne
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