An Account

An Account

 

Seas of complacency

refuge of many 

foot weary and hapless

to swim the surface

albiet briefly  in tranquility

A wave breaks

chaos is King once more

scattered in confusion

no flowers in 

purple tulip vases

Empty carriages

with fine horses

await on cobbled streets

echo misery

A plummet to 

new depths

in iron clad walls

down through the

blue lined pit

of damned eternity

no glimmer or glimpses

no air to resuscitate

sins paid for

an elevation of resurrection

air riven from lungs

restoration in fullness

Yellow and white flowers

in bloom again

the bells are ringing

surface to hope

in perpetuity

◄ The Eternal Void

The Dinghy of Hope ►

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