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Contemplating
My mind is in the serried, towering clouds
On the long and distant horizon.
So big, beautiful, bouyant, bright,
And full of wild wonder;
Yet, so very far from me.
I cannot hear - though know tis there -
The rumbling and furious thunder.
A waxing power from an ever deepening source;
One I have no control over,
Nor real understanding of.
Electric currents flash at will,
Only when and where they want;
These repudiations of smaller thoughts,
I know not their intention.
From the lowly distance
Where my eyes sit
It all looks so amazing,
Calm, soothing... undefined...
and still.
It is, ofcourse, so much more.
I wonder.
Will I ever truly understand,
Anything.
In my solitude
I sit quietly,
Watch, and wait.
poem
by
Smoky Hoss
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