poortrait of
an artist
by
da truebadour
ripples on the sea of time,
waves upon the shore,
once upon an ever after,
once forever more
the sun projects a shadow –
I suspect it might be mine –
on a path beyond horizons
over sands of paradigms
a poortrait of reflection
in the mirror of my eye,
as I answer with a question:
why not ask not why?
I walk along ahead against
the current moment past
the dunes of never ever
doomed to beg again,
to begin again,
to beg to begin again
at last . . .