From somewhere beyond time
It calls to me
reaching back through the ages, to the beginning
I am an ancient in a modern world
Struggling with a dual existence
Yearning for what's past, reaching for the inevitable future
I glide on winds of dream fragments,
swirling currents of mystics and poets,
Searching for that which is within
Turning thoughts like clay in my palms
Molding myself.
I am not of this world,
Yet I blend, chameleon-skinned,
A temporary resting place in
An endless quest for the center.
12/30
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