The hypnotic line between the wish and dream is drawn
at some eerie mystic point where midnight meets the dawn
while sleep pervades, death can be an outcome, so can birth
and there is no rim betwixt the heaven and the earth.
My sins and probities at this sanguine moment play,
which then makes me ask which me will occupy today.
And I can’t tell, for love, or hate, or something other
can often turn my soul from one side to the other.
If I wish it, dream it, will it be forever so?
Categories:
probities, identity,
Form: Rhyme
Turning this blank verse kaleidoscope towards
The ageless mountaintops....
Sealed aneath sine die scrolls amid
Probities as brass; calliope signets
Upon the colligere pages yet to be crafted
Afore....
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....Sirius, whom gazes from above!?
Note: Smile ~ "A Signet of 'Love,'" John!:) ~
Categories:
probities, faith, hope, life, love
Form: I do not know?