Thursday, December 31, 2009


Where do we go from here?
The well worn path
or do we forge a new one?
On the cusp of a something new,
promises both great and small.
Heavy burdens we all bear
made lite with time's passing.
The ticking minutes
echo in our ears.
Our eyes burn through the tears.
Time does us no favors,
but save one.
Physical representation
of time,
reminders of a construct
none can escape.
The immediate moment of now,
fleeting and free flowing.
A culmination
of distilled eternity.
Bottled for your enjoyment.
Drink up.
It's a great vintage.

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