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The Ocean's Pearl

Alex has taught at seven public schools, been accepted into three honorary societies, and traveled the Americas and Europe. He has his BS.


The Ocean's Pearls

Sometimes a memory flashes in front of my inner and secret occipital lobe as if she had arrived on the mist of yesterday’s recent fog.

Oft times one creeps into my third eye from the previous day’s labor as if he had walked for miles that appear to be years, older than the hours of its true self.

It’s strange to force ourselves to look into tomorrow’s unknown depths, as if dust and bones could begin to guess where its horizons lie.

Instead, I prefer to look in front of my days gone by, knowing where and what I can truly, and most honestly, see before my path into eternity.

© 2022 Alexander James Guckenberger

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