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Slowly packing,
sand and water,
forming walls,

I’ll stand
against time.

White foam,
lusty, reaching
in ebbs and flows
it churns.

On my keep’s
walls I see
how foolish to
run and hide

Seeing her
look down on
On high
a goddess,

I breathe Her….



I currently have an e-book of poetry being sold for under a dollar for 99 cents,“Conflicts”.

Sales go to the support of my poetry and limited profit liability company, Stone Temple Micro-Finance and Research, L3C.