Very old, probably the most traditional thing I've ever written.
like a pawn in the queen's alley,
vulnerable,
I step out.
Wonders
never
cease.
a tiny ship in a raging sea,
tossed about
by my ponderings.
Wonders
never
cease.
a fledgeling's wings,
at first-flap,
tentative.
Wonders
never
cease.
words slicing silence
intruders,
in the crowd.
Wonders
never
cease. Wonders Never Cease.
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