evolution of sorts

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serpentine i crawl along,
inching toward the goal
scratchy voice,
croaking song,
paying every toll

your hand is touchless,
without scuffs or swirls
offers me redress,
takes my stones,
gives me pearls

now i stand balanced,
swaggering still
hidden parts,
plunging arrows,
deep to the quill

your shout is soundless,
without spot or stain
gracefully caress--
breaks silence;
mercy once again

finally i'm caught up;
soar to ozonic height
brazen air,
cold and thin,
truth makes all things right

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Anonymous said…
Really nice writing. God bless you in your endeavors.
July 27, 2007 at 4:04 PM

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