The Formless Deep
To the young, Time is growing
and achievement...to the old,
it is comforting and survival;
to God, perhaps, reconciliation,
an opportunity to show His
Grace and far Greater Love.
For me, it is where I float
my poetry, having put my all
into the buoyancy and power
of words; the indefatigable
currents of phrases imagined,
once beyond the horizon, dipping
into the formless deep....
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