Sunday, December 7, 2014



out the window

the monochrome

winter morning

shines dully through

beads of rain…

what a dream of salvation

and heaven I am now forgetting…

as if I’d side-stepped

every rung of Jacob’s Ladder

and bounded to the top…and

music of spheres…blazes of light…

all of it condenses into the pearl gleam

on the radio…its alarm just going off….

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