Tynemouth Beach, UK
Scattering among a dust cloud this morn
Contemplations break, then are reborn
Fusing patterns along the ground
As the dust finally settles down
Formulating arrays of distinct thoughts
Generous notions once fought
Are now displayed in the sand
But I cannot read another's hand
His thoughts are higher than mine
So the sequences in the line
Look like foreign language to me
Instead of troubling to try and see
That which my eyes don't yet know
In faith I shall see where this will go
In following, the light will guide each turn
In stopping, the dust will swirl and churn
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