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Amid the chaos of the planet one thing is certain the divine is alive.

A porch sways in the window tossing and circling east & west.

The bedroom has become a discussion which lives inside chairs,

no one knows who lives in these chairs nor where they live.

If you look closely a mirror hangs in the sidewalk.

No one looks at it anymore its become commonplace.

Everywhere things are tossed about, missing in action, torn.

The chalice, the illusion of communication, has been lost inside the stairs.

No one can locate it, it keeps moving up & down.

Inside my head is a song.

The divine is alive!

Lo! What joy for the soul.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thank you for your kinds words Briana. I found this amid some old writings of mine.

[Briana O'Connor]

This piece brings images of walking along a deserted street where objects are strewn to and fro seemingly carelessly but not quite so. I love the sense of dark mystery and the light brought forth at the end. Thank you for sharing. Well penned