I wrote so many
in hope of one
A lyrical surfer
his wave to come
One verse to ride,
the search complete
And all eternity
within my reach
As the quiet ended,
in a thunderous roar
The wait was over,
its message sure
All judgment past,
and future scorned
A timeless present,
—perfection born
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2016)
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