I came to accede in common ground, and I took the long and longing view…
Poetry Cede
Awe that he had left
Was giving
Up
That poetry cede
Having awe ready
Rooted
Deep into
Common ground
Yet destined
For the stars
All sow accustomed
To unsurpassed surroundings
Of the darkest pitch
Still
The one
Singularly close
Overlooking the wrest
That which burns
Bright in the knight
Illumines from gazillion smiles
Aweigh
Giving site to the blind
And incite to awe others
You can
Run
But you find yourself in cant
Hide
Long enough
To root
For awe unearth
As it is
In heaven
