Sunday, December 7, 2014
out the window
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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