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McArthur Hunt Jr Dec 2013
Staring into the mirror at the man I didn’t want to become.
Confronting constancies asking, “What have you learn?”
I’m biting apologies seeing that I haven’t learned.
Spirit deflated, frustrated breathing.

The winds wrestles with tree’s branches and butterflies mingle with flowers.
Life as always continues to move about.
The Light is always seeking and being found.
Stay encourage for there is nothing better than a man who has not given in.

Staring at the mirror at the man I have become.
Many directions only one outcome, God shall rejoice over me!
No more tears for I am love, the seal of perfection!
Yenson Mar 2022
Too much of anything
becomes  
too much of nothing
a vast
ocean fades into an horizon
constancies
become drowned inconstancy
as white fades
to pale only to ghost into transparency
that is there
yet not altogether there in the blackground
crystalline sand
holds trillions miniscule dazzling glass silicones
yet enmassed
they are nothing but dry arid sands to be walked over
many can a times
be too much to matter or given second look or thoughts

— The End —