Sunday, November 12, 2017

Kit Kelen #679 - miracle


rag falling
like a star won't burn

we're through time to here
and tell it on

we measure it
the same above

as if we'd never been

deeper and further
like a fire
the truth consumes

we warm until we catch

the ghosts will always see us
eyes cut sad from the sheet
blank stare

then death is only time's direction

it's bright if you believe

1 comment:

  1. I like this a lot.

    But then, I'm in a Homeric mode too. :)


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