Sometimes we collide like tectonic plates merging;
continents crumpling down into the molten violet
veins of fire deep in the earth and raising
rocks into jagged crests of primal Hope and Love.
The solitude overwhelms me like distant memories from
above the winter trees by dreams, sometimes by despair as
I continue to travel down the turbulent road
of the history of mankind.
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