In Trance Sing
In my midnight seas sometimes
A thought occurs something stirs
The deep wells often tremble into
A mirror filling with eyes waves begin to rise
And in the space that may exist before they fall
Pictures form from times before we left the place
That was who and where we were meant to be
Got washed away by the coming day and that which was
Now is no more . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2026-01-23 at 00:34
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