Edge Of Infinity's Walk, Pre-Felt Poem by james watkin
Edge Of Infinity's Walk, Pre-Felt
Forgetting this his person, of its
Strait jacket to be free
Time on Earth's, yearly imposed
For victim's 'woe is me'
Shook out of it, with soul's ear against
Seas' godly thundered 'shoosh'.
What cypress daisy bush, what heath
Cliff-cleaved, receive as a whoosh.
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Quietly breathed relief, diffused.
As wave on wave below
To a high clouds' summer-melt
Upspurts; away does blow.
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