Our Own Immortal Choice
One does not need light
to see,
nor can dark
hide the vision…
all cloaks
our translucent--
spirit seeping in
and out,
the soul a bleach
of thought
and deed;
making clear
or dissolving
the material
and immaterial--
tears or joy
one’s own
immortal
choice….
Oblivion
was never
an option
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2018
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