JUXTAPOSE, SAID I

Lost distance, found shelter....
where?
in the eyes of one who knew
eternity ascends....outward
and upward.....spiraling aloft.
Today Lambeth cries
for he who held the world in it's naked form.
Bone bare visions
inclined to sketch defiance,
sinewed brittle branches, foilage winter-stripped.
Utter remnants held up high
Wind-whip the trunk,
ancient
on the Tree of Life.
I am what once I dreamed, I cried
and now I dream of dreams.
I dream of dreams so long denied
that all I hold I see.
For whom ever is not of
the Old Ways
will be swept to the
Sea of Fire

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