Midnight Lament



FROM SALT A WORD OF

THOUGHT, A BREATH NOT

OCEAN,NOT AIR. A FEEL WITH

HEART, A TOUCH OF MIND, A

PROFOUND DIMENTION OF

ECSTACY. IN AND OUT OF LONG

HALLS THAT ECHO , ONLY ONE

YET Weighed IN BY A LIBERTY

YIELDED A PROMISE OF BONES

AND DUST GROWS VELVET

BLOOM THORNED. THE WELPS

OF LIGHTNING HEAD TO FOOT

FORGED A GLOW IN MY HEAD. A

STEAMING AMAZON CRESTING

AN OCEAN OF BLISS, THIS WORD

PASSES LIPS WITH EASE OF

BREATH.



Larry Dewayne Bible



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