Moments fixed
will always be there
in my memory then.
A dash of western hope
too soon dissipated.
The dark, steep descent
into uncharted territory
"We'll be back home soon
...if we can just get a light."
My glass eyes;
like the ocean
reflect the sparkle
of your pearly white paint.
Analyzing
Over-analyzing
All in search of the tantalizing
connections and essences.
too much to bear
yet too little to act.
Stop!
Who are we kidding?
Immature notions of intellect
cloud the reality that is.
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