Every Beat
There is no poetry without
within poetry...as, the sun
a blinding light, if not for
intuitive flame –
we shade ourselves, not for
the heat, but for the reason:
the Presence that illuminates
our own star, as near as the
wish, and far as the vision
will take us...
one need not like all hearts,
but know, every beat a pulse
into eternity....
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2022
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