Ourouboros: Clotho, Lachesis, Atropos Meniscus-like the wall of words Hides and then unfurls with silent sighs; The shuttle in the loom of Fate is fast But faster still the Wyrdling Lady cries. Today was then, the past is yet to be. I cross the land and pass into these dreams; The city streets of deep L.A. lie fogged While years of hope fade into distant scenes. There was a place, a sacred ground I saw: San Pedro's bar of art and coffee sweet. 'Twas there I met the man I used to be; the amphisbaena makes a circle neat. Deja vu was never meant to be A frequent fact of life I always see. copyright 13 November 1996 by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw; written at Sacred Grounds Coffee Shop and Art Gallery in San Pedro, CA.