In The
Wake
We direct
our lives and then it seems destiny laughs
Hand on
the tiller until it shakes and shirks
That
momentary flinch which separates and divides
Regret,
excuses, damnation and sighs
Regardless
of whatever, the wreckage resides
Then in
calm agitation the realization climbs
Deep down
we know the direction was I
The
momentary sight that decided on awry
Sight of
the of the mind picture that accumulated parts into art
Art
gallery in the mind that protects our hearts
The wake
that pulls emotions of desire rejected
Raises
doubt that confuses, after being ejected
The line
overstepped was when I revealed my soul
To you it
was invisible and I knew you were no diamond but coal
I have no
heaviness from an albatross
I have
some sadness, but most of all, no loss
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