i.
Can I lay
complacent, upon weary portals
visiting volumes views
yet unspoken for?
Of deeds turbulent thoughts
life
corking contents of each
until processing is ripe
on board this vessel of mine.
ii.
Channeling immortal, dry thirst
one of dusting
with champion of hope
geysers bolting commanding attention
iii.
as thoughts spews
between empty spaces
arrival's ovation
to be whole of itself gathering all questions.
iv.
Rungs of inspiration
climbing, clearing, coasting
to helm's halo, of light eternal,
I am in the zone.
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