Time’s sands, slipping through hands. Halo of fading light, the cold of the depth of night
Dark halo as portal to the great below.
How One could just Slip Away, lips pressed upon a Dark array of the broken day –
Consciousness careened.
Light lies
in
bright
eyes. Captured in forward and backward enrapture. The light
of
life. The seeming meaning
in the
dreaming. The feeling
of
painting Sistene ceilings
Pristine.
Madness and Sadness still. Still – Zero stillness instilled
into the djinn
within
gemstones of the distilled. Pathway
of the way
of
The willed. How One
may
wonder
how
One keeps
from
going under. Such questions
eternity
must hear. How are
we
even. Here
Now
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Cipher
Poems
***
We have no choice but to be here ..
Poets write sometimes in order to avoid Last Rites
BIG
LIKE
Read twice
Hit me different second time around as the bartender was calling for last round ..
Thank you PS… Much appreciated
#Cheers
Like PoetSpeak, I read this one twice. It has the feeling of a bell rolling in the mist. That question at the end…if you get an answer, I would like in on the knowledge
Thank you Willow…
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Powerfully penned, Cipher. This is a deep write my friend, lots of layers. Appreciate you.
Damian
‘Light lies
in
bright
eyes. Captured in forward and backward enrapture. The light
of
life. The seeming meaning
in the
dreaming. ‘
A core of words needing a home, thoughts laid, meanings personal yet to share. Takes hold on the second read.