Eons Passed
Eons passed
I look at the world
through crystal eyes
seeing many reflections
of the people I have been
time weaving trails of wandering memories
deep in the dark empty space …
on the windswept edge of a great fresh lake
I balance on the razor edge of fate
falling, falling, down into the tunnel of life
downward
awaiting an opening on the other side
of life
The other side of life.
Jack Andrews 1971 Hitchhiking Journal Son of Big Chief
Copyright © Jack Andrews | Year Posted 2022
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