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Thousands Of Lights

After a silver labyrinth feeling of falling and sprawling quadrants
I found soothing in how the water thunders
Starry eyed and time traveled into the far flung future of the ticking clock
As I break free of the robotic and aloof
And walk away from here slowly since the low tide is now royal blue
To hunt once more for a long, long time ago circus
Frosted now with the most enormous of glaciers
With only my own strobe light like sadness urging me to press on and on
Even as everything evaporates into vapor.

  Ken L. Jones