The Enigmatic Pier

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The Enigmatic Pier

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Out on the end of things

substance is consumed

words are reverse sound

ideas turned back to light

we look with each question

seeing color’s we do not know

words we would rather not hear

nature beckoning us from inside

what comes backward seeing us

beyond the intelligence of view

where wonder lives a silence

moments holding hands

the past catches us now

right before our eyes

stretched eternity

just beyond

a poem

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We were quite sure from observation

Certainly we had room for questions

Was this really unconditional Love?

But without an obvious answer

We remained in doubt…

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