Saturday, March 28, 2015

For what we are - from "Traces to nowhere," episode 1

Your truth, invisible;
I am obligated to contain

the nature of fire,
rebellion established
within a bow:

may the Lord make us
truly thankful
for what we are
about to become.

Across the table
knife taps glass.
Our own structure
undeterred, necessary fact
surrounding the bounds of
silence, golden eyes.

We become quieter
when taken in many ways.

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