THE WINTER YEARS
Where
there was sight,
there was sight.
Sight beyond middle,
beyond molten sound.
Sight beyond
the sound of pages from
a book in my hand.
Where night
is as far as yesterday.
Sight that
darkens shadows
like sunspots
or rank blotches.
Sight, keep me
tethered, if only,
for tomorrow.
©️ Misky 2019. 13 and 16 July.
Miz Quickly’s Pick a Phrase
or Title “What Can’t Be Seen”
and “Repetition“
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