Sep 2010

He walked up the beach,
stopping twice to balance stones.

He found a stretch with no passers-by and had no desire to create.
He thought himself shallow.

"Is it only for another's gaze that I do this?"

He approached the berm, and laid on the warm, uneven stones.
His mind was full, and so,
instead allowed the Sun to judge him.

Even with eyelids shut, could he not deflect It's brightness.

He awaits It's verdict still.

Keith Ren
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Keith Ren
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