Nothing more than dust, unsettled
Upon the earth and made solid flesh
I stand to run against wind
Although fear, steadfast, holds me untrue
It is not the failure that lurks at my back,
It is the uncertainty that remains by my side
Ever present, omnivorous succubus of doubt
The path has never altered,
The course has repositioned all too frequently
Set not the dust to breeze, for wind imposes its will
-j.g. smith (07/23/09)
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