Poetry and the like, by Amy Opal Marshall


Wednesday 7 July 2010

Doorway to the Doorway

Endless swirling green
In my focused, limited vision
Through glass, a clear glass
Variations and subtleties
Without termination
And I can feel it all around me
Somehow without losing the
Bearing of ascent.

Winds that for a moment
Rushed around inside my body
Have silenced to whispers of Anticipation.
Worries vanished; the rescue is peace
Before I even realize that
It isn't somehow
My own escape,
And this is only
The doorway to
The Doorway to
The Beyond All:
The Origin of The Rescue...

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