Wednesday, December 20, 2006

ripples across the surface

throw into a lake, a pebble
and watch the ripples race across, at a treble
the grains of sand on distant shores reassemble

drop tiny droplets of water into a burning pyre
where a prophet rests being thrown into a bonfire
small blades of flame on the embers expire

so brothers, just do what you have to, follow your calling
for who am i to question what's out-coming.

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