Gathering Storms

I have tasted the
Patience of ocean ripples
Nearing unexpected

Shorelines, my inner
Silence penetrates unforeseen
Multi-spheres rooted in

Pure land destinies
Secreted within my expanding
Consciousness, but

Gathering storms lay
Waiting, anticipating repeats
Of my awkwardly

Stubborn disconnects
From distal axon terminals
Directing my innerness,

And migratory vibes
Of my conveyed energies
Deficient the

Symmetry of a
Calypso orchid radiating its
Brilliance to grow me

© Rob Taylor, 2018


 

 

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