Monday, April 11, 2011

Out of Sight

some things elude us,
who has slipped through
a rent in the world's skin
and found another to outmatch
our old vision?

unseen light pulses to a rhythm
unknown to us,
but you can believe it
if you wish, it is all there
in your dreams

sometimes I glimpse them
dancing from the corner of my eye,
a jaunty meter of colour
and perfection, other realms
standing next to me

lips quivering and mercurial,
a voice of recognition to anyone
that chances to capture them passing by,
angels and dead brothers singing,
cheering us on

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