Monday, June 5, 2017

From the Silence (Day 138)

Brighton Storm, Dominic Alves

Elsewhere inside 
the room we built
so carefully, 
brick by brick, 
close enough that 
ignorance might 
pluck it
from the ethereal void
from the stunned 
that void evokes, muting 
the tidal beating 
of our collective 
something exists 
that we do not 
expect, a glistening 
shadow of urgency. 
Will it trickle, 
thick and languid, 
into the light 
of day? Or 
shall we gallop toward it, 
seize it, brandish it 
in one vast roaring surge, 
so that we may know 
ourselves to be alive? 

(c) 2017, by Hannah Six

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