Moaning A Slice Of Passing Light


This to be the rock upon whose crest

I could build the temple

On whose minarat

I would whisper

The murmur of my worship

Every dawn.


I mused;

This to be the shelter

Where in the passage of night to dawn

I could share the loneliness of my nights

And dreads of shadows

With the strength of its walls.


Delirious fancies passed.

Mists of thoughts evaporated.

A man was found chained by shoulders and ankles

To the base of an abyss.

No soul heard his moaning for a slice of passing light.


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