Poetry Don't Count - 1/30/2014

There is

amongst the nothing

some core

that will not leave me.

It was given to me

before I was born

and shall endure

past my end.

My life is to see it

feel it

hold it in my hand

and know its many depths.

It is the mystery

the center

the outermost boundary

the impossible

and the simply real.

When I close my eyes

and drift

that is where it is

when I open them

and see the sky

that is where it is.

When once more

I walk the days

that is where it will be.

And here

in ink or photons

I present some piece of it to you

in hopes

that we will see more of those depths

than I will

alone.

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