Tuesday, May 26, 2015


In the speech of vision,
the abstract artwork,
an iron revelation,
looks both ways.

Reflecting ‘normal’, it decays daily,
the tines sinking, in graduation,
to an earthly hiding place
and the dark oblivion of dirt.

Or, from the dead,
in gradual resurrection
iron leaves its bed of clay
seeking the sun
and the life of light.

Like the stairway to heaven
we can choose light or darkness
for our journeys end.

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