Sunday, July 28, 2013

Going Home...droned...

And the road
The broad
Like Him
The Lord...
Calling Home
A sephulcre
As if a whitish greyish bluish Dome
Droned
me droned
Full...

And me hears
His knock,
(As if me boat anchored, docked
To Him,)
His light feathery Unheard,
(Charred,
By Burns,
Set on fire,
Rose etherised...)
As if eternal
Of being
Latent,internal,

A waited,
Awaiting
Drones...
More...
From up above...
To get ringing ears...
To get droned...
As if Going Home.

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