There is a silent place
so hard to find
within the harsh black city walls
it creeps, and nestles, cowers
just a little to the side, refusing
to give way and yet in careful watch
that borders do not blur nor merge
too far so self is lost
and distances prevail.
It is a time which takes itself
and stands, upright, full glory
called to hand, to show the way
that others follow still
and know that Logos leads
and all is well.
so hard to find
within the harsh black city walls
it creeps, and nestles, cowers
just a little to the side, refusing
to give way and yet in careful watch
that borders do not blur nor merge
too far so self is lost
and distances prevail.
It is a time which takes itself
and stands, upright, full glory
called to hand, to show the way
that others follow still
and know that Logos leads
and all is well.
What about Eros?
ReplyDeleteNot allowed to lead there?
I'm being facetious, sorry.
This somehow conjures up the golden rectangle, with the inner curves not touching the sides.
Logos as in the word - reason - as opposed to Eros.
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