capricious and fickle.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
to be still.
by this river
i come to watch progress unfold
in front of me
existence slams ahead
i sit motionless
mind come here to be still.
.
high in the spruce trees
free will glares down at me
knowing it cannot get me
still
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