Wednesday, 28 October 2015

The Lightness

I should also mention
that although there is this Darkness
It could not exist without the Light
which tingles warmly in my fingertips
and spills out from the corners of my mouth
honey on my tongue, Honey
It's brass bands in an autumn chill
rock music playing in a hospital ward
It's the feeling the symphony was composed to describe,
that crescendo
that ultimate note
and the peace that follows as my hot human blood
simply turns to running water

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