Pupation

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re-entering the world anew

pupated after three months

of quiet contemplation

today shall I exit my cave

leave my hermit-hood behind

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will the world be¬†different –

one where the wind blows afresh

or one that has not changed:

even as the sun still shines

which way will the shadows fall?

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(untitled)#35

In response to Judith Westerfield's The Heart Of The Battle:

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do you notice not

the wind that blows against us

it is but the same?

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(untitled)#34

In response to Judith Westerfield's Invisible Illness And The White Flag Of Surrender:

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no resignation!

but accepting of what is

at peace with the world

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