A Token For The Master
Boiling away the edges
letting the core expand
Limitations drifting free
clarity at hand
Horizon coming at me
sky and earth as one
Sunsets in my memory
answers on the run
A token for the master
a pittance bye and bye
Value placed in what is not
scientists decry
My width and breadth immortal
the universe set free
To roam forever in my heart
—your eyes too blind to see
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: May, 2022)
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