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The Flood comes for us all. Inevitable storms long forecast.Dew drenched memories Upon the grass of moonlit nights A twinge of regretThe years change then fall. And I'm left to sort through the pile.Should I: Frolic through the compilation; Collect and burn them;Or should I use the past as fertilizer for the present? To cultivate and grow. Furthering the future hopes Of what is yet to come.I simply long for change. The direction of purpose.A subtle incantation in the wind of the soul,
If harnessed,Will carry one Closer to that which we already know, To be our only true direction.Ancient guardians and old ghosts Mystical promises and gracious toasts Guide me on my way once more.© 2002 Kevin Clous