Staring Possibilities

Shaft of radiant dawn,

A deep and abiding calm–

Before the swell returns.

Balanced like a precarious stone,

The force of decay–

A grasping, clutching hand,

Ceaselessly restraining,

In vain, escape inevitable.

Propelled with promise,

Burning like a sunbeam–

Etching the new day.

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