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
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