Saturday, May 13, 2017

Hope

How far to grapple,
            Shaking hands
                        Reaching fingers
                                    Dirt and nails
Reach far to eternal
                        Not the solution
                                    Not the climax
                                                The return

The substance of effort on the path to hope

Confluence of insight into my fellows

Over
            Branch of hope the bearings
                                                          Found
Over
            Matter stringed together my lead
                                                                  Found
Over
            The bodily impasse of being

I long for abyss some portal may

                                                     Found
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