nlyg ((us))

In Transit

Once while in transit through
some utter seas of soundless tune

Up in the hills caught by a passing lash
of batted eye, ( fair beyond souls repose )


Somewhat thought I, of may and mien
sublime is being near, yet touch


Remains the existential act divine as is
compelled in cells of You,

T r a n s i t . . .

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-10-24 at 21:06

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