It all comes
Rushing back
In a blinding
Flash
All the memories
The joys
The pain
Happiness
And sadness
Bourne on
The same wind
That carries me
West
It fills my
Sails
With motion
And my heart
With dread
But, as sure
As the storm
That looms
Gathering in
The distance
I know
I must
Follow
These currents
Wherever
They lead
08.31.2007
Zero Anon
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