Constelate
In the Everything
And in Nothingness,
The stillness of Motion
Heavy handed clouds
Bathed in purply softness
Of Evening when Stars steer
The tides astride steeds
Of astral flowers
When unseen powers
Draw back black curtains
To appear
Then you peer
Into:
The stillness of Motion
And in Nothingness
In the Everything
Heavy handed clouds.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers

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Written on 2018-05-28 at 20:15




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