Stratus Spheres
When stratus is strung
with artist's lattice
and letters are spun
as cotton cumulus
I bend in awe of
resounding matter
expressing substance
beyond human dressings
Stilled in silvered
lines of sanity
hanging covertly
for all to survey
Wisdom proclaimed
displayed openly
for viewing;
pursuing
should perception's
glance be longer
than a split second
Imagine what
awaits
a discerning eye
if only?
Copyright © Annalinda W. | Year Posted 2016
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