Eternity, Watching
open
spaces
made me brighten with possibility;
always I'd climb toward a further view;
the fence, the apple tree,
the garage and even a church belfry
or two
I'd read comic-books,
magazines and short-stories;
ripened fruit of a higher tree;
raising me up from these low
places where I still wait and see...
as if a writers voice is heard
from some great place beyond,
voicing a worldly view from up above
these places inside I never knew...
later, weary with looking someone other than,
janus-faced without but within,
I'd write poems reaching past
my little life of
constant yearning
burning with voyeuristic words
watching as stars
loving the breech of night
wishing they were too,
looking from a further place
that sees from a deeper, from a farther
immaterial view; where nothing means anything,
out of sight,
beyond this gravity we're always falling to...
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