Wind Talkers

Yusuf Chaotic

Sunday, February 02, 2003

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Waking up

And coming to

To this bleak reality

This understanding

That nothing really

Comes together

No plan accomplishes

What life was thought to be

No timeline is static

Enough

To follow through

And withstand

False beginnings

And misplaced hopes

Of what we want

Just

The wind

Is so certain

In its infinite uncerstainty

As it carries the stories

We call this life

And time stands still

For just two seconds

First breathe

And last breathe

The only certainty

In this life

Book ends

Trapping whispered words

And imagined dreams

Only the wind

Knows the answers

To the questions

Kept within

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