Drifting – in the light –
flowing in the ease that breathes.
What’s smooth
breaks the rough –
such gentle absolution!
What’s unknown
subsumes and integrates
what cries aloud
in such a state of fright.
The weight of hope
gives birth –
who could’ve known –
kisses with infinity
could be so practical.
Author – Bill Tidsbury
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