Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Ebb and Flow

this dark crimson tide

that is churning inside

is a storm lost at sea,

or a wave within me?

that peaks as it folds

from recessions untold

and how can it be

that this flux is in me?

it seems quite bizarre;

though I wander afar

it just tosses and turns

deep within where it burns

boiling over and over

without sweet relent

till I'm ever so flummoxed

and thoroughly spent.

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