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Friday, January 21, 2011

GREY




I am that rock in the middle of our river


stagnant


the bridge between our world and theirs


constant


watching tears pour as you come and go


frequent


never stopping to see who follows


indifferent


continually striving to float above the river of tears


nonplussed


always been regaled with journey tales


enthusiastically


Never am I jealous of your wanderings


unperturbed 


may you find the answers you seek there


hopefully


and the questions that need asking here


sagely


as you transverse the divide


adeptly 


between this world and the world.

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