Illusion Of Death Poem by james watkin

Illusion Of Death



Between these two points
The mind, for us
Shapes, bough-fixed, for bird
And one, in flight
Condensed in that streak
A-blur, a-blaze
Dying's illusion.
Man's soul. In white.

Sunday, September 25, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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