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Apr 2017
“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is - infinite.”
― William Blake

In this room
In ocean flesh,
Our days, replay,
With eyes cut
Out under sheet
Of stars.  All is
Not real, screened
For a soul, lost
On the dry lands
We bury ourselves

      One day we shall
Wake into the sun,
And bathe in the light
Of unbridled constellation
And voids deeper than
Life, holy and actual
Like drowning flesh,
Come, alive in sky,
Lit by eternal sheen,
Lost memories, grace,
Being burn, new sparkle,
Cast to air, as embers preen.
“In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.”
― William Blake
Seán Mac Falls
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