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Growth on the Lake

The neighbourhood
Has grown,
In a burst.
The fruits of
Big commerce,
Suddenly blossoming,
As they often do
These days,
When construction
No longer crawls
But sprawls
In high and
instant towers.
The Streets
are buzzing;
Night side walks
are full of
Condo dwelling youth
All hand in hand;
an instant population
On the Lake,
Where formerly
were only
Discrete motels
Rented by the hour
And rendezvous
In half filled lounges
Where the lizards sang.

There is no end to it;

the wondering of why

we are

except in the expiration

of the counted breaths

that make up a single life,

And except in that unfathomable thought

that we may be but a single breath

of the many breaths

of The One .