sunrise over swamps

sunset over melancholy seas

Poem 23 of 30

on April 25, 2013

There is no one without a place. Every name, face,
every mind has come into this world not into a void
but a space marked out by love or hate,
light or dark and
the confines or freedoms of their time.
It seems so simple to carve out a set of words:
labels that spell out a man’s past and destiny,
As if anyone were no more
than the terms we use to describe them.

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