Another World
Long lines converging upon long lines at right angles but from different views,
one plane from above connecting with the side
connecting with below
connecting with right in front of your face like a dream scape,
seeing everything at once in omnipresence,
taking it in, and moving throughout a slowed down space.
Of archways there are four.
One archway is evening
Another archway, dawn breaks over the desert horizon.
Gravity does not exist here.
The mantis perches upon the chest of the saint
And we know rapture.
Copyright © Rachel Temkin | Year Posted 2014
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