the entrance to Heaven drips echo, magnetises me to a place I remember, but cannot go do you feel what I feel? I am making up what I do not know, in splashed half-lit Art, I am caged bird, free hearts hesitate, break to tears released, filling again, in joyous cupfuls, from the selfsame holding space, as notes sung in a minor key in waves undulating, I am blind, inclined towards Beauty as bridge between empty space pours presence, ignites through love in the light-filled wounds, connecting inside out, to outside in.
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It would require several pages of writing to unpack this poem. There is much going on in these lines. The language gives much to talk about. I will simply say that the poetic imagination is much at work here.
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This is deeply powerful and meaningful poetry. Well done. And I learned a new word, selfsame.