Ourouboros: Clotho, Lachesis, AtroposMeniscus-like the wall of words
Hides and then unfurls with silent sighs;
The shuttle in the loom of Fate is fast
But faster still the Wyrdling Lady cries.
Today was then, the past is yet to be.
I cross the land and pass into these dreams;
The city streets of deep L.A. lie fogged
While years of hope fade into distant scenes.
There was a place, a sacred ground I saw:
San Pedro's bar of art and coffee sweet.
'Twas there I met the man I used to be;
the amphisbaena makes a circle neat.
Deja vu was never meant to be
A frequent fact of life I always see.
copyright 13 November 1996
by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw;
written at Sacred Grounds Coffee Shop
and Art Gallery in San Pedro, CA.