Transformation Poem by Garnet Robbie
Transformation
The empty atrium
forebodes the danger within,
like the number thirteen
or the spurious gesture
of some medicine man.
The gate of transformation
fair or foul, beckons
one-more-step-to-pass
from name to nameless,
A hidden mystery
flashing fire and light;
bestowing meaning;
bestowing life;
bestowing sight.
Hesitation?
...
The gate of transformation,
fair or foul, beckons
one more step.
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