faithache
(on listening to johann sebastian bach 24/7)
a new ravine opens
blue-black with mist, coniferous
vociferous to trumpets
a preying bird traces
coiled springs of air
unfurling
from heaven
lazybones, coasting
to soaring strings
clear
aerial
incantation
cresting exaltation
breathless
crick-necked, agape – again!
until i ache
surfeit: union
pure.
a meek surrender:
if this is faith
i cannot reach
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-approaches, dragging soap-box. stops. stands on box-
Looks like you reached to me.
-steps down. drags box away-
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