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Photograph by Liz Stavis
J.\ Wave it is we make
The burning sun of time "immortal" If we believe this fallacy, then
Shines upon the things of past We'll be prisoners as we ought
And into temporal space it casts Of philosopher's futile thought-
Silhouettes dark, black and flat- In its cage we quickly fade ...
Are we but shadows or before? We are not ripples on a lake-
Simply silent beaches- No, we are the pebbles-
And yesterday the ocean And with each and every choice,
That works to sculpt our shores? A wave it is we make.
-Kenton Martin Camper
16 Contrast 2004
