or in between the soft ticking
of the gears
in the depth of the soundwave
unburdened by sonic exclamations
unlimited thereby as well
in equal measure
do steps glide across a long shining hallway
the door's perceptual destination is only
opening to the sky's
mirrored astmoshpere and well beyond
the unproven perfection ubiquitous
faith in the edge of the flame
and floodwaaters rushing
the sands polishing
seaglass and pearls
words unwritten
tones unsung wait
staring intently in the wings
as part of the unseenery
the all seeing flame worn as dress, crown
the all seeing flame worn as dress, crown
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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