Patterns: A Sonnet Without Rhyme
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Daniel Brick
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How many dawns have failed
to become morning because they
fell back into a darkness
which consumed them?
How many tides have checked their
flow, their waves flowing elsewhere
with the beach in sight?
Such reversals in Nature never
concern us, because Time repeats
ad infinitum the patterns immemorial
of the Earth, and what we witness,
if we are alert and aware, is an order
of being that fills our minds
with necessity and beauty.
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