January 12, 2011
He is a stone afloat upon an open ocean
at the mercy of the waves and their motion.

A storm is a brew,
Limitless clouds form with a strain of hues

But when the rain is released
and the winds set adrift,

He remains above the surface
relentlessly rocked by white-capped waves.

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