Escaping
thoughts galloped
Through the
Elysian Fields
The contemplation
Extinguishing
the intellect
And done
Sweet afterlife
Egress
Your soul
was spirited
Galloping
away from your mind
And its
callous Reason
After your
light
The incandescence
of your flickering self
Coursing through
the shadows
Hunting blind
You sought
that which you could not see
Though knew
it present
From the
shivers down your spine
And through
your veins
Like a
heroine
That tickled
your fancy
At the mere
spirited thought
Of touching
death
An embassy
Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com
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