nlyg ((us))
some utter seas of soundless tune
,
Up in the hills caught by a passing lash
of batted eye, ( fair beyond souls repose )
,
Somewhat thought I, of may and mien
sublime is being near, yet touch
,
Remains the existential act divine as is
compelled in cells of You,
Once
While
In
T r a n s i t . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2012-10-24 at 21:06
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In Transit
Once while in transit throughsome utter seas of soundless tune
,
Up in the hills caught by a passing lash
of batted eye, ( fair beyond souls repose )
,
Somewhat thought I, of may and mien
sublime is being near, yet touch
,
Remains the existential act divine as is
compelled in cells of You,
Once
While
In
T r a n s i t . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 1419 times
Written on 2012-10-24 at 21:06
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