Thursday, April 16, 2015

the world is becoming transparent

form is a shade fading before the sun

and the sun itself washing out

paler and paler with every glance

at its former majesty

I look at my outstretched hand as it grows clear

invisible to the mere eye

the world is disappearing at last and happiness knows no bounds

Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.

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