Monday, February 17, 2014

Genesis 12: In Writing

We enter the world of the walking man
the endless path that stretches outward
to the bright spot of revelation
blaze bleaching all
to bare white outlines
burned by light

Dazzling dream of swelling blessing
world stretches out to its corners
Unfurling with time

He saw
and in that incandescence
I knew he no longer saw me

Around their gazes licked
lI was the instant of revelation
the moment of desire
and he strode, and took, and left

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