If the beginning

Was the word

Let the word

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For Masters

Are but people

In themselves

Living

Is the aggregate

Of man

 A self portrait

Defines something

I see

That's not mine

The inside

Raging to get out

The light of

Movement

And doubt

 Poems that were

Once my passion

Now divide

My space

With time

Which is nothing

More

Than the eve

Of tomorrow

And what will

Come after

Sometimes

My prayers are 

Answered

Immediately

Before I even

Ask them

Outstripping thought

By action

 POEM OF REFLECTION

Come with me then

On a sojourn

In time

A gift of the muse

And meant to rhyme

Truth is found by thought

Wisdom can't be bought

The words I use are mine

 THE RHYME

But if the plan

Was not meant

For meaning

What then

Has rhyme

To do with it?

Testing a kind of

Taunt reality

May disburse

The past

In stilted symmetry

And when it returns

In ashes

A single ember

Might once more

Flare

Into eternity

     THE END

Click

Snap

Everything

In place

Low flying

Instruments

Of timeless

Trouble

And space

One side

Believing

And then

The other

Click

Snap

And it's

All over