by Don Worth

Created on: April 28, 2010

               Winding clocks on shattered walls; the ocean took us out to sea,

                And what we saw was good.

                If I would whisper this secret to you, would you believe?

                And if in believing would I acquire your help?

                And it seems existence hinges, locked in the recesses of a torn

                Body, and I, and we stand still.

                A culmination of all once deemed worthy, and yes do call me

                When, and you shall, the fight becomes a myth to you.

                It stands to reason that we stand on reasons edge.

                I exhaust my mind; soul and at times our spirits fly skyward,

               And at times I visualize my calling, and then there are

               Just times.    

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