on descent
every wave that crashes must eventually return to the water.
when all is exhaled in that eventual pounding, the truth is formless and enters the abyss.
each foaming crest, each concaved roll, must eventually lick it's descent.
and it is this gesture that erases our footprints, making sand from stone
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I went home to watch the sky by Kelly-lee Hickey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at www.iwenthometowatchthesky.blogspot.com.
Small Stories from Big Places
I went home to watch the sky by Kelly-lee Hickey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Based on a work at www.iwenthometowatchthesky.blogspot.com.