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Driftwood
We are born into a world
we did not make,
unprepared and unbidden.
Locked inside a mortal coil,
constrained by gravity,
rushed by time.
So many mysteries,
needs of the flesh,
desires of the soul,
questions of the heart.
Always the fear
hanging over us,
to be cast back
into the nothingness,
all alone too soon.
Without love we wander lost,
driftwood on the dark waves tossed.
Driftwood
Is also a collection of stories by Samuel L. Delaney - sci-fi - I like the connotations of driftwood, afloat or dried on a huge beach in the sun - This aloneness image is timeless - be well great poet, allets