I am on my way to a precision.
Marking the temporal in it all -
shrub and faint roses,
crystallizing moon phases,
Ocean floors,
Ebony doors
~
The hock mark
that made contextual my appearance
at your front door
marching all the way from
hushed beds of forest
to the sandy limits of an epiphany
I see a crystalline outpouring
From your weirdly glazed door
It projects the message
I've been waiting for
"To eternity through you
has motion from the wheels of
some grace".
- By Laila Ali Haid
~
The hock mark
that made contextual my appearance
at your front door
marching all the way from
hushed beds of forest
to the sandy limits of an epiphany
I see a crystalline outpouring
From your weirdly glazed door
It projects the message
I've been waiting for
"To eternity through you
has motion from the wheels of
some grace".
- By Laila Ali Haid
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