where is it written?
it will, won't it? rise, i mean. the sun.
beyond the fog, it is there, they say,
but they have been wrong so many times
about so many things. i should take it
on faith, the calculus behind the theory
is beyond me, so i must, yet i take so little
on faith. permanence, once the cornerstone
of my faith is gone, like a wave, that
roiled, then settled back into the ocean
of nothingness. trust, that too came
and went. innocence, the science behind
that proved flawed as well. things do
come and go, impermanence may be
the true cornerstone of faith, the grand
comings and goings, seasons, life itself,
and, the sun, which is yet to rise, but will.
surely it will. i have faith. it is all that is left.
'The moon glows like phosphorus on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.'
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-07-05 at 12:49
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