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  Wings of Light
99526 Poems Read
Fire from a Distant Life
I lived a lifetime
inside of a storm.
It was actually one night,
but everything a life should be.
I was born on a glowing strip
of serpent's tongue
that stabbed the distant hills,
and for a moment that
blinding ribbon
knew what it was like
to fly with God,
to split the universe,
to crack open granite skies
and preform signs and wonders
with a sorcery of fire
that filled all of me,
or what I thought was me,
because I was so much more.
Branded with a distant power
I believed, fully,
I could be That . . .
or anything
and I broke apart in that moment,
resurrected in that moment.
"Oh master now, you are all that matters.
I am darkness and I am the
perfect chaos of light"
I almost wrote
and I thought I smelled
smoke, but it turned to
lilacs that burst open in the rain
where an endless slab of ebony
was crushed softly into poetic beads
gushing
sweetness,
renewal
and a black heaven:
a night ground up
and transformed
above this heavy dream.
And it was all possible there,
in showers, destruction
and belief.
Patricia Joan Jones
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