Come stand with me
Agathla
Come stand with me then, still as stone
in the unseen midnight, where all we are
opens to all that happens, the rocky tears
in our souls orphaned on the desertscape.
Caped in the story that has hardened us,
we withstand what would still us, one
beside the other, root in a place that will
come to serve as sanctuary or home.
Others will pass us scarcely giving
notice, too busy looking into the empty
chambers they inhabit while we become
nothing more than a blur of monumence.
Some will stop to emerge from their worlds,
to stand before ours, some with paper,
some with glass, to make note, to take
note, before losing us to resume their way.
in the unseen midnight, where all we are
opens to all that happens, the rocky tears
in our souls orphaned on the desertscape.
Caped in the story that has hardened us,
we withstand what would still us, one
beside the other, root in a place that will
come to serve as sanctuary or home.
Others will pass us scarcely giving
notice, too busy looking into the empty
chambers they inhabit while we become
nothing more than a blur of monumence.
Some will stop to emerge from their worlds,
to stand before ours, some with paper,
some with glass, to make note, to take
note, before losing us to resume their way.
Joseph Gallo
December 21, 2012
December 21, 2012
post-time 1:46 PM
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