Should you be aware what lay behind my eyes, would you see me more clearly? Would every word spoken, need be?

Maybe you never notice the small changes that occur, seemingly invisible. Yet, they loom as large as anything known.

How can i reconcile the things i know exist, with the unknown possibility? Our thoughts circle above; the heavens heaving.

How urgent the need to stir the ocean’s mind? Does the ocean have a soul? A heart or body? We exist to empty life, place man’s bones.

Within each inescapable dilemma, opposites defy the odds.

Memoir Musings Poetry

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