Not the absence of air

in the lungs.


Not in a race from start to finish.


Drowning that which

inhibits the exhibition


what is greater.


That which constrains you,

against the rocks


proverbially, metaphorically shifting to reality.

Real world, grand stage.

Rushing, lapping and bubbling

mind racing, thoughts cresting

sounds enveloping, filling and serving as counselor and comforter.

The stream. Not of data

measured in kilobytes, but of water flowing freely.


Harkening for that, which darkens your countenance, for it to be cast in…



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About Shun P. Writes

Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.