Earth’s Surface
© Angela G. Clark
Everything is brought to life on the surface of earth's deep existence.
Uncontrolled rhythms, Of mesmerizing sequence, Humming along, Deeply shallow strands, That hollows their call, Like muffled agony,
To outer places, Of vague closeness. Depicting beginnings, The middle, endings – It's all a blur, Washed up along, Almost forgotten territory. Difference is, All the same, In what can't, Be determined – Out there – Everything of nothing, Is brought to life – Realizing the, Whispered matter. Serene colors, Blending with, All that's heard, On the surface, Of deep existence.
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