Above the Vaulted Sky

Photo by Guillaume Galtier on Unsplash

Too many words

and

our hearts are

conspicuously silent

when addressing

midnight feasts or Lenten fasts

nothing lasts

except the majesty of the momentary

singularity of an event horizon

where voices echo birdsong

like dark eyes at a funeral

warning us of our own death,

granted not foretold,

follows in our footsteps

helping us to slip off the ledge,

as these cliff paths crumble

into sky

beckoning bird song

above sea level;

where richly tapestried

dolphins

grace us with their presence

leaping into rain out of a

dark swirling sea

while occasional oblivions

pass us by

as time comes a-roaring

out of a high stippled sky,

composed not created,

and saying goodbye

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John Edward Marks (JEM)

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Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is as it is uneven!

inkMend

inkMend

inkMend is a writer’s safe space on Medium to express experience with pain and write to heal from trauma. Inspired fiction, poetry, and non-fiction/memoir welcome.

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