Gathering Words

On the threshhold of Revelation words, the poet ascends in the form of a bird, realizing his wings and eyes so keen, rises above the hold of gravity.

Stretching his body in the broad expanse, he inks a phrase, and takes a chance, knowing full well, that those who read, will search for meaning in between..

His gliding flight providing rest, gathering words to make them guess, is there truth to build a life, or only deception that comes as light?

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