Almost Diamonds
If you were anthracite
And I bituminous
Would the darkness ignite
Suddenly luminous
Shadows and dreams in a fog of violet intertwine
Not as it seems and as impossible to define,
Shall we wait at the door that is a window that is the sky
That was there long before we ever knew how to question why,
Is the world so small forever spinning in it's space
Nothing there at all, reflects the question in our face
Suspects the answers in a role played unconsciously oblique
To always wonder never know only sleepwalk in our speak,
Suddenly luminous
Would the darkness ignite
And I bituminous
If you were anthracite
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2024-11-18 at 04:40
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