| March 8th, 1999

calm waters hide interior
churning spells of butterflies
find nests in soul and flutter
with uncertainty
doubt erects sanctuary of
adverse desires
celebrate loss of way
to harbor dreams

thoughts drift to remnants
shaded smiles elude
unspoken questions
silence blinks a tear

we know that motion means decision,
know the motion means a change
know destruction waits on doorsteps
hope our trust won’t turn to blame

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