Food for Thought Out (a poem)

Walk out, lock out,
Stomp out, jump out,
Singled out, found out,
Strike out, come out,
Way out, time out,
Take a new route,
Far out,
From Zen,
Zere,
And
Zeverywhere,
And all points in between,
All points never seen,
Until you feed under some sacred tree,
Words that push you further out to sea,
In a boat that floats on hope,
Between the waves for many days,
Until you land in the sand,
And your mind senses only time,
Then,
Look out, step out,
Run out, float out,
Into your doubt.

–Richard Bryant

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