I can escape in my mind all the same.
Summer sunsets from the pier at the beach,
And the winters in glaciers of ice and stacks of snow.
At least that's one thing I never lost.
Maybe that's not a good thing.
Its all that I have.
My faith can no longer carry me here, I have no reliance for things I can't see.
No reality of promise or promise of reality beckons me.
1.26.2006
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