Seeing things for the very first time,
standing in silence, he waits for eve-
ning. He lacks the words to wax sublime,
seeing things. For the very first time,
with every breath the paradigm
shifts far beyond what he can conceive.
Seeing things for the very first time…
standing in silence… he waits for Eve.
© C.D Sinex
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