GRAY

gray


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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