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Transit Zone by Martin Burke     < back : index : next >   

T h e   R e s s u r e c t i o n    S t o n e

Limits? Yes, but also possibilities.
Present and active.
The multiple languages of this stone
excite my mind. I am all ears
for the swirling dialects that utter a name
I’d gladly make my own.
As if this was the stone of healing,
as if its limits were pertinent to the day,
as if more than the names I might give it
this was the resurrection stone.
Limits, possibilities,
the mind achieves what the life
must give form to in a gesture,
in a poem, in the limits transposed
and all possibilities achieved,
those gestures made to the minds’ delight
in these the days of stress before the rapture.


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