Bloodroot Ink Poetry
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
perspective
when did we
become so small?
how do we fit
into these tiny suits
of self?
surely
we were meant
for greater
reach.
new moon
to the eye
there is nothing -
the hollow dark
of absence
even so
the mighty oceans
are moved
by its silent
power
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