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To be certain of this, I must define fate and its parameters 
and how it urges to be nostalgic when hope deserts the mind. 

I must speak plainly. I must converge and not distort 
this figurative cosmopolitan sense of a seven day reversal 
of all that I've tried to combine. 

Lux, veritas, old photos pin-pricked upon my walls, 
remembrance is my flaw, heliocentric because comfort 
will never be found beneath this moon. 

By rote and mnemonics, I is the only certainty 
to believe in. Compassion and virtue 
are wild creatures too spread out 

Upon this planet to ever come together 
to a mildly satisfactory conclusion. 

Reviews

[Tai Chi Italy Take Two]

I do so agree with you re the 'I' J. Your words are wise and true of life and no matter what we do, hope in the end, deserts us. And compassion and virtue are spread too thinly in this tasteless world of hatred and greed. No matter what we do, our 'I' must proceed.

I find myself searching backwards more and more each day for a time when life was beautifully calm and contentment was my middle name.

smiling at you

Tai

[Emily B]

what !?! nobody's been here to welcome these words? and such gifted words . . . they want to live out loud, have you read it anywhere?