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C M Thomas
Poems
Feb 2020
The Way
This darkness we named light
Is simple pain and regret.
My skin is my shroud,
Death is illusion,
like love and peace.
It’s my fault I believed in barley,
And dreams conjured from smoke.
This morning I woke up mumbling ‘hopeless’
from my most recent recurring dream.
The one where all the lights go out, and I’m pitching head first
Down some adrenalin crevasse.
I ache but I don’t know why.
Perhaps the slow-witted are most brilliant,
They know the unknowing of God.
I only know that out of the sky I fell
Into a cloud,
It was my name,
All these storms in my blood.
At waking, I step through that scar and my dreams wash away.
The end is in the beginning,
The beginning is the Way.
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C M Thomas
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