A bucket full of night
stars go shining bright
across a pail universe
carried by matters dark
Split the action and see
where protonic entropy
diverges from all rationale
and all we grasped somehow
For the moment we have it
the light slips away
When all is clear
then dusk steals the day
So skip the stones of theory
across the void so eerie
and watch for ripples you cannot see
in life's great unpredictability
(November 2nd, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
