Recesses Of Total Knowledge Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing at the edge of destiny, waiting for fulfillment to
come into being, realistically knowing it cannot be in this
lifetime.

Having perfect silence, causing deafness to walk before me,
stepping lightly in the wake of dawn.

Protecting innocence from ever launching itself into depths
of hell, reaching out, forward, tumbling over top of self,
forever searching, being at every moment a tiny bit of human
sea.

Always knowing in the recesses of total knowledge, that
destiny can never be held or fulfilled.