This Place
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We speak of words as though they matter
cuts from broken glass that shatter
bleed into our lives through every portal.
And I will tell you this by way of movement
through this corridor whose only light
must come from deep within
the origins of love:
“that no man knoweth what he is except
within the mind of those he loves.”
We speak of gifts and definitions,
lay upon our treasured meanings
all the prose that generations carry.
All that goes before and after
all that lies between,
as though by reason of our being
they have birthed a cause.
There is a place that is a further shore
than any death you might imagine.
All men must walk this place alone,
and know that by their leaving
all the air forever undisturbed
will be as air between the words we speak.
All love that none will ever know
forever leaves this world it's only hope.
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2021
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