Thursday, June 11, 2015

GREY


Hard hard black come
But white of light remains

And she sets down
The wave of color bright
Words abound good god
A will and might
Each love their mark
And split to see
The glory good god
The glory good god
The glory to me

But shadow hear too
And vessel floods to see
A pain a pride
Tear tatter burn but plea
Leave the ash to stir
An arc a star
To glory dead light
To glory dead light
To glory one rides far

White of light remains
And yet 
Hard hard black come

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