Saturday, August 14, 2010

As a dust storm blinds,
Deep places were stirred
And chaos created
With only a wisp of a fragment of breath.

And now, alone,
I do not know which way I face.

In the space of a heartbeat,
From nothing to illusion,
Complacency to ecstasy,
To only memory –

And a faint fingerprint
Of an unrealized truth.

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