Renewal and Rebirth

Riding high upon a wave
that moves itself into forever.
No room for past or future here,
for everything just is.

One drop to boost another and another
into massively impressive alterations of
the heart and soul, as mindlessly this flesh
ascends itself, incarnate in its every interaction.

Curling in upon itself, it crashes in relief,
releasing all its power to an unknown shore -
so intimately real. Renewed, renewing,
sinking in - to wash away and build
itself again...

? Michaelette ?

2/7/2002
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