July 3, 2013

If we choose
By our very own will
To return
And be wizened
By earthly ways

I wonder what
On earth
Whet my appetite

This I should seek
So I am not fooled again

For if there is a limit
To the number of lives
One can live
I sure hope
This is my last

But if it isn’t
I want to find
A place
To draw
My own Nazca lines

To remind me
If ever my future self forgets:
To never choose
To return
No matter what
The universe offers

Made of Sand
Not Dura, but Alaminadura

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