Sunday, April 10, 2011

Pedes Iter Mortis

The heel of man in chase of remnant toe
Eternal trenched these trails in mapping life
Shall dig and lift upon the surface so
To dictate chance and choice like wood to knife
In countless marks life's vexing breadth is wide
So comfort makes it's home in prints fore pressed
For each soul's path in tangent line collide
Yet sands untouched and they shall serve you best

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