I feel the tides shifting
as momentum builds
and await the wave
that will surely break
upon the shores of consciousness

I sift the shifting sands of time
in search of beauty's source
yet no matter the distance
or patterns perceived

ever and always
I come back to me
just one illusive, tiny part
of a living, breathing work of art

? Michaelette ?

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