“……as a Chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness.”
–T.S. Eliot
The sky’s cleared,
stars shine
within this
depthless black.
Stand here.
The sun will rise,
you know this
as true – –
your dark
will fall away;
stand here,
and welcome the day.
You decide
your clarity.
(from a work in progress, “Arcana,” Aceswords, January 7, 2014)
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