Poles are pulling
Sand is scraping
Away the lime buildup
Caustic measures
Non-analytic divides
Dividing the footsteps
Seen brain thoughts
Felt soul matters
Know spirit walks
Towards that place
When time tells
Of the coming hours
Only existing
In illusionary measures
Beginning an end
Shifts, worlds collide
The Sun star watches all
Ra above, on surface, below
Moonlit lakes
Trembles of an aching belly
Eruptions are a must
Release the tension
Power never corrodes
Static in motion
Ending a beginning
© 2014
–E as Poetlove Water
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