|Transit Zone by Martin Burke||< back : index : next >|
M i n n e w a t e r P a r k, B r u g g e
That water, in its stillness, spoke of brevity.
To penetrate such stillness, to break through
attempting to match my stillness to its
its motion and identity and delight.
as if I'd come upon a revelation which was lucid and there
which I then took and became one of the faithful ones
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