Encounter With Reality
WHIRLPOOLS OF THE MIND
Cycles of life..churn..revolve,dissolve..resurface..mix in restless sleep.Deep from the chasms of the unconscious, the froths of yesterday's concerns as flotsam become a jetsam dream..to scatter up on the beach of our tomorrow..as hazy recollections.
Forlorn..half-remembered..such detritus of our persona slowly erodes shrinking in the light of day.Put into proportion such giants become dwarf like..distant litter on our horizon..to fade away forever upon the tide of each new dawn's.. reality.
repost 2015
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2020
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