So many times...
have I tried to write this song down
in failure
since I have not yet used language
to illustrate unimagineable beauty
that sound nearing the edge of the earth
apocolypse heaving,
and the truthful silence when it is finished
a wave freeze
takes it all by surprise
redemption, in the purest sense
and forgiveness shaken out
like the pennies in our pockets
the change cast aside
has made us who we now are.
1 comment:
"Since I have not yet used language to illustrate unimaginable beauty"
Ah, such a good line.
As writers we strive to do that.
I like the way you worded it.
I very much like this piece
although i bet strout doesnt enjoy that it is untitled
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