Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Equinox


The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton




The sphere tilts, 
spinning fire and flood 
beneath its autumnal awakening 
while yet we sleep, inebriated.

We roll through remnants of space,
unaware of gravity which keeps us here,
intact and solemn.




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