Sunday, December 31, 2017

Composed in Silences




Eloquent as the thrush's song,
regarding the subject of day,
adorning time Extant to sing,
to Sing, wordless, the world.

Unspoken like the roar of
tide rushing to overtake,
effortless-drowning contrivances
against sea's incursions.

Emphatic as life itself. Love.
A marvel unobtainable, strangely,
Unavoidable, oddly inescapable,
Threads gilt in stark contrast.

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