Monday, January 4, 2016

every plan got blown out of the water

I can't speak for others but I found a floating plank

and nursed the illusion that delivered me

until I washed up on someone's shore

at deficit for nothing we can imagine holds up

against the incoming flood of consequence

and there in the sand I found the fool

who set me adrift here

the flow itself an aspect of the process

but taking me where I truly cannot imagine

my life of self-domination ready to be washed out

and I to undergo the reality of my track through time

calling no shots because we undergo the remaining

plan last to be awakened but among the first to be awake

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

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