Nothing But

Will Staton
Jul 15 · 1 min read

It was upon

A sunny daydream

The memory

First came

Roiling up

From depths

Within, seeds

Sown so long

Ago, shreds of

Stardust thrown

Afar in violent

Beautiful birth

Me, we, memories

From unplumbed

Conscious, most

Distant eons,

Summoned thus do

Ancient embers

Sear identity on

Unborn souls

For in the end my

Story of me

Is nothing but

An undreamt dream

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

Will Staton

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Career Educator. Aspiring Novelist. Author of “Through Fire and Flame: Into the New Inferno.”

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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