Sep 16, 2012


The word of the moment.
The word of the soul (my soul, reflected of yours).
Everything.  All things.  
To the brim.
So filled up, I've run out. 
The assignment of the vessel, I carry out, I tire. 
A blip in my endlessness.  
We end where we begin and begin where we end again and again.  
In all things.  In everything.  

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