The Curious Coxswain

The death of ego With its many faces that seek to limit and define Awaken from a self imposed slumber Listening to the hushed sounds Of the authentic voice of mine Your observation a moot point as seen through those Green filtered cataracted eyes We are in this boat together love It should come as no surprise August quickly approaches A month I've long held dear Illuminating the possible or delight the improbable Perhaps because it's the eighth month Infinity on alert opened ended Alas not for the indocible A month of miracles