Thursday, January 30, 2014

Turbulence

You called me
from behind your perplexing veils.
I was blinded,
my answer unspoken.
The fall was not spectacular,
but here in this world
gravity has no dominion.
This sphere bears none but
bewildering flights.
Here comes the quickening now!
exploding with LIFE.
I swerve,
steadying my sight
on the slow turning
of your hands.

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