Esoteric Journeys Poem by Mark Heathcote
Esoteric Journeys
What light do we channel
In our final goodnight
what esoteric journeys
can we dream, despite?
Cause it's the tight canvas
helps the kite take flight
all-must-be taught
or else it's fraught.
To break like a candle and wick
in the air, not into light.
But altogether into something,
more sallow than a hollow goodnight.
Friday, January 3, 2014
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