Evolving, Constantly Changing (For Jan)
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Eric Cockrell
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i look deep
into the depths
of my soul...
behind the doors
long closed,
darkness layered
in darkness...
before there were words!
i see stones, wind,
and great bent trees.
and their voices sound
like mine!
evolving,
constantly changing,
molded by light
and desire.
what have i become?
what will i become?
time,
an illusion,
drops of water
clinging to the leaf.
evolving,
the hand unseen,
the face deeply ingrained!
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