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“The Infinite”
This hedgerow hides the skyline from my view,
But not my dreaming mind; this lonely hill,
A broken levee where I ponder still
And sunken, lone survivor of a crew
Of castaways adrift in endless blue,
Protects the floodplains where my questions spill
But barely, and there washes in a nil
And tongueless terror woven through and through.
My heart is sore and sick. Beyond the bar,
In the immensity my thought is drowned,
And silence claims me for eternity;
But past the outward strand of sense and sound,
The merge of beating heart and pulsing star,
How strangely sweet the foundering in that sea.
“The Infinite”
This hedgerow hides the skyline from my view,
But not my dreaming mind; this lonely hill,
A broken levee where I ponder still
And sunken, lone survivor of a crew
Of castaways adrift in endless blue,
Protects the floodplains where my questions spill
But barely, and there washes in a nil
And tongueless terror woven through and through.
My heart is sore and sick. Beyond the bar,
In the immensity my thought is drowned,
And silence claims me for eternity;
But past the outward strand of sense and sound,
The merge of beating heart and pulsing star,
How strangely sweet the foundering in that sea.