Inevitable

The sea always
Gives up its dead,
Indifferent to wakes
Or ceremony of any kind.
The birds always
Greet the dawn
Regardless of
Cold or fog.
Anniversarys seem to arrive
With insistent regularity
In this place or another.
The sun always rises,
Tides flow
And things happen.
And while all this activity occurs
I wonder where I head
with such inevitability.

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