Debout sur cette rive une fois de plus.
Sur le bord de l’existence.
Je voussens dans le vent.
Je me sense arrosé dans le marée.
Est-ce que je me vois marcher sur cette plage?
Ou je me sens perdu dans un million de grains de sable.
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Stand on this shore once again.
On the edge of existence.
I’m standing in the wind.
I feel watered in the tide.
Do I see myself walking on this beach?
Or feel lost in a million grains of sand.
Havoc and Consequence 
Oh Mark!!! This is Beautiful. Just heart-achingly Beautiful. How you consistently constantly touch my heart with your words, I’ll never know…. But this is why I say you’re one of my very very favorite poets ever.
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Thank you Tara, that’s really kind of you to say. I’m just pleased you enjoy them and they can find a feathered wing to take comfort under.
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