Whim Not Habit Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Whim Not Habit



a creature
of whim
not habit

I have become
a creature
of whim

I have spent
so much time
walking in the future

I will again soon
walk back through
time cycles past

evaporation water born
from oceans must
river return to the sea

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