The Sea of Pages
A river of words flows endlessly
Over the stones and wreckage of our lives
Scraping a little off the top.
Scraping a little off the top.
With every syllabic thought,
We pitiful mortals
Try to describe ourselves.
Try to describe ourselves.
Little particles -
Hope, shame, love, regret.
Shadows coalesce
To form a current of pages
Washing down the stream of consciousness
Into the sea of nightmares and dreams.
Tides wash ashore the truths.
Shining pearls gleaned from a single grain
Reflect the eternity of ages
Suddenly wiithin the grasp of our immortal souls.
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