I've seen tomorrow & it's the same as the patchy glow of yesterday. The distant glow I was aiming towards turned out to be weak, washy, and thin. Though the days turned I had not grown an inch. What looked open had just closed up again.
We row & row.
We stay the same.
We're clutching oars.
We row & row
& reach distant shores the same as where we left & we're the same weaklings hesitating to give in.
there is only the grace of wind.
Wednesday, December 14, 2016
ECHOS
Had one more in the coffers from that magical show that magical night to share, kings.
I miss you guys and I miss a slightly simpler, happier time.
I'm out here, we're out here. Let's keep going, however we can. we have to just keep rowing
and rowing.
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