Plumb The Depths
Reality breaks the depths of wishing
as all innocence waits in ignorance -
beginnings unraveling into unknowns
while tomorrows are snoring, unawares.. .
Inside some sacred souls there are answers
waiting upon the proper questions breath;
in those depths of quandaries and suspicions
barely a whisper can be certainty .
Upward gazing, while complaining neck pain
We are dual counterpoints of quest ,
drowning in a quagmire of understanding
unsuspecting, and totally out of our depth
unedited tag poem
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