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Bill

Bill

I'm a pluviophile who loves rainy days, writes for pleasure, and lives and writes north of Austin, Texas. I enjoy the intrigue, mystery, and confusion of our human nature. I'm happy enough. I enjoy life, appreciate nature, and I experience both the awe and wonder of it all. I am an enigmatic outgoing introvert by nature and a skeptic by reason. I request a good pizza and fine adult beverage for my last meal. Join me on this journey of poems and essays, with occasional fictional fib.

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Poetry: Sammi’s Weekender #172 (Endless)

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Endless times
Without beginning or end
This endless cosmos of
Endless nights, but nowhere
Is there endless life.

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Look both ways for beginnings and ends.
Mind the gaps left by endless time.

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