Sweet is bitter
and bitter is sweet
when reason betrays us
and light has spilled out
of the air like water.
Falling. . .
Darkness gushes past like
sleep at dawn and faith,
timid gazelle of the mind,
recedes as I approach.
Evil too large
like the glacial vastness
of a changing sky
that molds the captive desert,
scatters the last
heroes of earth,
for it has bought and
sold the planet
for a pittance.
Falling . . .
A prayer, or a whimper,
escapes the heart ahead of
the lips, but like the lake
that swallows the sky,
I reflect all I hate.
Imprinted with pride,
stubborn as the pillars of Rome
I greet the edge and
Fall . . .
Surprised and unbroken,
I hear your voice, oh Lord,
and you reach for me
across the bottomless air.
� Patricia Joan Jones
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