Beyond dawn and sunset,
incalculable distance stretches
to the underbelly of heaven;
cloudless air above,
gravity beneath, so little truth
in the blue of sky.
Nothing is what it seems. A constant theme. We live as wheels within wheels, cyclical, spiralling. And all that.
I’ve been used to filling an A4 sheet with such stuff but, for a change I’ve opted to be brief. On the assumption that brief is better. Maybe… Maybe not…
incalculable distance stretches
to the underbelly of heaven;
cloudless air above,
gravity beneath, so little truth
in the blue of sky.
© BH, 2022
Nothing is what it seems. A constant theme. We live as wheels within wheels, cyclical, spiralling. And all that.
I’ve been used to filling an A4 sheet with such stuff but, for a change I’ve opted to be brief. On the assumption that brief is better. Maybe… Maybe not…
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