Past

[gnomon]

Pouring inside,
waves of Oedipus,
futility.

Sands shift and...

Creation!

So beyond imagination.

Waves play an incessant tune...
harmony dissipates.

The newborn stretches forth
Plays its hand upon the Zodiac
Yet nothing seems to change
God is not within.

The waves come
And the heart goes.
Every tide lessens
the beat of life.

Grand design?

I do not know.

Only a smile
lifts the tide
of possibliity.

Why don't you smile anymore?
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So now with the presentation of a poem I wrote quite some time ago (and probably under the influence) I shall sign off for some time.