Sunday, September 24, 2017

Equine Eyes

Look in longer
To the largest
Seeing
To the wildest ocean
Free,
To the sweetest
Gentle
Sea,
To the sorrow
Marbled green
And tannin tea
Deep cerulean
Encased in 
Her Custodial 
Dome…
To home
To the wistful
Bona fide
Imperfect
Sphere
And the
vessels
dear
All pumping
Lifeblood
Like a tree
Like the sea
Like a heart
Like the centre
Of wild
And the surrender to
Peace
Like the middle of love

Alive…

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