Alleviations of Nature
i found god's fingerprints scattered through your 8 kinds of light.
smudged and unclear, still a perfect sight to see
when time stands still and your hollow floors carry the weight
of all direction, whispering discovery of our spontaneous order
and clashing fates
two separate worlds, merged into one. you make time seem patient and all
darkness rich in hope as to leave burning suns to breed
a child of wings, a chance to see, that all's not lost even if sin's unclean.
a paradise lost
or yet to be found; silent and unbroken it stares through ones night.
pierces through chambers, by an abundance of sound;
that breaks apart the light
yet still all that their unfinished ears
can hear, is an eternal design of strife.
absence makes it true, until blood rusts the knife!
Copyright © Pj Armstrong | Year Posted 2015
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