How time has culled
morphology beyond confluence
where correlations abound
in dubious choices,
mere happenstance profound in
its articulate randomness yet not
without notice given weight to
sacred idylls of lost lifetimes
the repeated
endlessness of ever-knowing,
ever-reaching into the Light –
© Thespian Drummer / Photo: Ojito Wilderness, NM
Thespian Drummer 
sacred idylls of lost lifetimes
excellent. I read this on Sunday afternoon when the crisp October air was filled with my neighbor’s children were playing in their yard, yelling and hollering to each other. It brought me back to my own days of childhood that were filled with a blissful ignorance of what laid ahead.
Thank you, Kevin.
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Thank You, Anne!
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