6-11 Transfiguration

Transfiguration

 

Before dawn I sit in a living room—

A domestic space dark as cricket eyes.

 

Behind sealed eyelids

Darker ideas and images

Skitter through mind and

Dissipate into black void.

Far away lungs inspire, expire.

A voice blurts into inner ear—fades.

A vision flits into inner eye—vanishes

 

Until immortal, infinite, invisible Breath

Fills the cathedral of mind.

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