Dec 14, 2010 09:47
Take me to the edge of the galaxy
where the sand and stars
wash upon the beach
and I tan with the energy
of a trillion suns
and show me tomorrow
as she rises in the east
if there were such a thing
for here there is only time
washing in one direction
ever towards the end
with little eddies that
seem to make moments
last forever only to
be swept back into
the main current
where the electricity
of the moment
is washed downstream
losing momentum
upon the rocks
that try to block
the inevitable
and shape that which
can never have shape
yet holds worlds
and stars in place
despite it's one way pace
Robert Demery '10
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