Shekinah Glory

April 2, 2008, 10:42 am
Filed under: Inspiration, Poetry, writing


Stupor, stupor
Don’t rush this silence.
With your stumbling dance,
Fantasizing about
Downward curves of broad shoulders
Or motion arrested
Like ivy’s gray capillaries
Clinging over brick’s balconies
In attrition to winter’s chill.
Drink in greedy gulps
Of atrophied limbs
For you render
Their movement’s meaningless.


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