@dankphart

Experience is sand passing Through fingers to spill upon Beach of eternity whose horizon Is always just over the next hill A grand design to make travelers Weary exhaustion submission Until one learns to just sit A chase will be had If eternity exists it must Be now the glimmer in shadow Weight of here is all that's real .............................................. I'm a mystic and there's nothing I care do about it This poetry flows out of me with the ease of rain from dark swollen clouds

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