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I live slowly into the grace

that holds the shape of my


brief wanderings on this earth

a reservoir to gather the bits


and pieces of lost dreams

a vessel to hold the sorrows


that find their place amid these

fragments a hollow never bare


where once I gathered shards of

hope I’d thought to manage my


self not safe but grief unleashed

into the final dimming truth of loss


once I’d felt the ground beneath

my feet as warm and firm even


though I knew the odds otherwise

clouds drifting and changing their shape-


shifting and my seeking what none

can ever know or ever finally tell


their forms and faces mirror the

one last and final truth of wandering


their instability a sign from the far

shores of loss their dream a call


from a near and unmarked path into

the wideness and the wild of ever now

        Mark S. Burrows (© 2013)

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