by Mark Olynyk
it was a sign of the times
that signs of life
were washed away by degrees
by the interior sea
submerged in a change
rearranged
needing clarification
not obfuscation
in a journal of poems
hazy renderings in stone
life lines in my palm
time lines in my plan
span the generations
the book of life
with pre-written stories
of the pre-soul
from predestination
to reincarnation
many are the forms
reposing in harmony
with chance
From:
Barrie, Ontario
Copyright ©:
2017
Last updated July 08, 2017