Should Ever I Leave…

Goodbye my door, unlocked, cast back, I shall not passage
nor tarry here once more.

The night I feared burns brightest,
no need now, another day. Shadowless, I pass beneath nothing as nothing passes beneath me.

Just a few words fall as blossom from memory receding. I catch them in hands of infinite particles and press and press and press..

Some stain of a poem.

Kevin Harlow.

Categorized as Poetry
Kevin Harlow

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