Contemplative perspective

Lonely woes of windy cries

where footing is sure to loose

oceans carry for longing roads

bitter voices in howling ruse,

and sit myself among the rocks

heavy as the weight of days

counting out the watery stars

a moments breath among the maze,

where tenderness is a cheeky meek

and love leans forlorn abreast

my mind in constant continuum

fighting itself among the rest.

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