I live today after much upset.
Forgotten dreams exist within memory still.
Shades of thought haunt what today should be.
I see this day as it fades into yesterday.
The sun sets on a day more or less like any other.
Cosmic time exists this minute. Yesterday… tomorrow…. For all and for all within the without.
The Void is the “”What” we search forever our lives.
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J.H.Byron-Nuel (
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I was at sea one day. I saw a hand like the one in the pic. I thought it was someone waving 'Hello' to me! I waved back, then they sank. Doh! (lol).
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