You know there are
moments
of clarity
When you cast about
for some
predictable plan
Until the storms
of illusion,
break, upon you again.
Sweeping away
the sense
of just being
That vision
but a moment
grasped
As the days
like gods,
must,
trundle past.
But creator
praise
what you create
And remember
each day
is dear
Each day
a
pivotal day
Until one day
the last
is here.
12/19/10
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