Judgment Day

Writing to you in the sand
If meaning there ever was
God’s hot breath
thought dispersed
A Tibetan prayer on wind

The river rolls
It’s all I embrace
It blissfully forgets
The last kiss
As travels to the sea

Fear I speak,
To other than a tree
Lest the words chisel
in the rock hard
judgment of your memory

 
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