Patterns are silent
But so are the waves.
They come and go
Yet always stay the same.
It's as if we are gauges
Limited at both ends.
We get to the top and
Fall to the bottom again.
The rhythms of life
In so many ways
Dictate the meaning
Behind every gaze.
Today it is less
Tomorrow it's more.
One day I'm sure I'll know
What this was all for.
-Kerry
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