Finding time
to trip along pathways
insistantly tugging
the cloak of reality
off, and tossing it
away. Sacred moments pass
within my caverns
there lies not one hourglass
no clock to tell
that time passes

only the rising and setting
of sun and moon
and the dance
of seasons
gives away to the observer
that more than this moment
exists

10/09/2001

Posted on 10/09/2001
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