6d
The approach is fast,
The trickle slow.
Softly seeping down below.
A violent end.
A peace not past.
You, bending steel. Me, breaking glass.
What was dampened
Once, abruptly clears.
May fortune favour golden years.
A block of ice
Cannot endure.
At last, find footing firm and sure.
Now brilliant, shines
An endless sky.
Inspires distinction of truth from lie.
Elated! Joyful! Then dropped
A darkly veiled mask.
Ground is near, approaching fast.
The trickle slow.
Softly seeping down below.
A violent end.
A peace not past.
You, bending steel. Me, breaking glass.
What was dampened
Once, abruptly clears.
May fortune favour golden years.
A block of ice
Cannot endure.
At last, find footing firm and sure.
Now brilliant, shines
An endless sky.
Inspires distinction of truth from lie.
Elated! Joyful! Then dropped
A darkly veiled mask.
Ground is near, approaching fast.
This is around five years old, but still very relevant to me in so many ways. I think this is one that will never not be directly and contemporarily relevant to me. Perhaps one day the ground will stop approaching, but Iβm not going to hold my breath on that.
(F/Canada)
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