The power is there - within.
We feel it move,
And want to rise on up
And gloriously out...
But we wait, like so many -
Spirits in a limbo of control
Upon a dry surface,
Soaking ourselves in the harsh and heady
Feel of the water.
Until the Sculpting Time can come,
When we can slip inside
To be alive,
Raise our miner's palms
Against the invisible sky
Or drown on the outside.
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Gathered on This Beach: Poems & Perspectives for a Converging World
Puisia student's writings, inspired by nature and science, and accumulated throughout the early days of the Internet, these writings explore expectations for the expressive 'convergence' to come. (revised edition 2014, with some alterations) ALT. BLURB: ...
