25 May 2011

hinges upon a meaning
as if on the verge of the utter
beginning ending
what i see in passing
far into the coming
of now and thunderstruck
i breathe out in
verisimilitude of awe though
nowhere spoke
high enough to escape
the ascent of night
as streams of light reach
a notion why lipped
down a pen
and i can’t believe it

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:31 am

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