"Misdirection, Resurrection" by Max PhineasEverything we've almost done
Has made us who we are
Dreams not reached, but touched upon
With a tentative finger
In our atmospheres, linger
As a clouded reminder-
not of failed attempts
or obstacles un-approached
But of a dim hope
That not all is lost in a storm
So long as we do not lose ourselves. 05/02/2006 Author's Note: I hate dry spells- glad that mine's over.
Posted on 05/03/2006 Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
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