Descent
There
is a wedge of sunlight at my feet
I
stand at its edge
(Awesomely
eclipsing brilliance)
Just
as I stand outside myself
And
gaze in on a world of desire
Lust
completes its arc across one firmament
Then
dies
A
phoenix consumed by its own need to exist
By
the by I live
And
descend into matter once again
None
knows more than I
How
time can awaken the sleeping soul
Though
not gently
But with a sigh.
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© J. Linn Rose