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Conceive this canvass of intricate weave
Each moment’s conveyance a tapestry
Sounds of earthly existence compel us
Discernment of our being, dawn of days
Skeletal remnants of a rising sun
As charcoal strokes of maven creations
In the silence of profound observance
Your heartbeat upon my breast pulsation
Cadent in its eurythmic responses
Life’s very blood upon fall and ascension
Tree limbs twist and bow in awkward abeyance
Stripped naked by the fast of winter’s chill
Insignificant rustle of footsteps
The tread of our soles dwindling impressions
Our shadow lingers, an aberrant soul
Cowering self to a former being
Rough-trodden the laneway maunders aimless
Its preordain a foregone conclusion
Our obscurity the grand delusion
The sun ever constant shall rise and fall
Copyright Don MacIver 2011; All Rights Reserved
