Up from coldest dark wells radiant spark.
Priceless scintilla emerges. Consciousness
manifest on inky current ascends. Maelstrom
tiny gleam trancends, morbid chaos breaks from.
Crucial ancilla arises, drawn up through deepest
depths, sacred pneuma crowns Life's stream.
YOU ARE READING
Express, baggage and all...
PoetryObjects in the mirror are closer than they appear... Just when you think you've put something behind you for good, you look back and find it trails you like your very own comet's tail, lighting a path through the dark. Reading through these pages...
