last stand

March 5, 2010
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A voice in the distance,
a needle in the cloud,
a blackberry on the ground
I sit on this cliff,
to listen to the winds;
the sun falling for the last time.
Black is the sky of my forefathers
filled with wonder, and excitment.
The end is where good things begin,
so let his will be done.

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