Intangible
Intangible fragments of time
dusty bits of space
Turning through finite ways,
settle the crust of days
Eons long, twilight gone,
misty things alone in place
Once a second,
stumbles across minutes,
lit by heavens rays
Wondering the halls of gods,
photons race
Burning out in optic nerves
images of fragments plays
Down in dusty rooms,
doors to infinite grace
Opening to creation, crusted in decay
Eons long,
midnight secret song,
intangible thoughts out of place….
Intangible.
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Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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