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Dec 2010
Twas darker ‘ere than the depths of dawn

and below

the river kept its pace

toward lands beyond my knowing



Amidst the rocks, still reaching up

toward pain and sorrows, small

depressions filled with crumbled fate

while endless winds kept blowing



As the writhing forces swelled in mighty song,

designed to breach the rise

of struggling hopes and long kept dreams I lay

wondering how I came to be near death beneath these skies



Whose eternal reaches had mystified and drawn my upturned face

through years of lonely quests

to finally meet myself, my spirit

in searing, naked truth



Whose unexplained and beck’ning realms

entranced and bid my journeys

whose captivating, joyous breadth

had loved me since my youth



Yet I’d stayed those rocks through tearing winds

and river’s rage, committed

born of fears and lost in tears

enmeshed in ****** desires



Such folly had I caused my soul

through days and nights of searching

straining past my anguished heart

to stoke those dying fires
Copyright 2010 Larry Fowler
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Larry Fowler
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