December 1, 2009


Indeed, man wishes to be happy even when he so lives as to make happiness impossible.
Saint Augustine

The concept reveals again
my folly,
but I dig anyway,
possibly reveling in the
swirling like dust.
I'm losing sun
but I go on, more
mindful, now, of my
Escape to these dreams,
of saving the grace
of nurture and sweetness
but this special place
has become
my folly,
as I dig, still looking,
still amazed, yes,
but still looking...

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