Everybody was
Beyond the slight of life
Lost upon enchanted places
Illuminating night –
What was once, once
Tendered in belief, that
Currency of faith, those
Wraths of retrospection
In rays of grainy space –
It was I who once comported
With a paradoxical refrain…
Or Proper or Pompous –
The silhouette's betrayal
Of rust and tattered reins.
Everybody was
Beyond the line of sight
Drawn upon the second-hour
Dreamscape we define –
What was once indelibly, incurably
Splashed upon the pale-gray canvas
Or etched in granite, bas relief
Of syncopated faith –
To ninety, on the weakest beat
Of life, the immeasurable
Aspirations of perfect
Of perfect resolve
Of perfect love.
Kelly Vinal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-twenty/
