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part III

Posted to Action Poetry

a young man stretches
upon the summit sketches
lost in the ambience
of a sunset transience

eyes all in gold,
hands feeling the air,
mysteries untold
unfold in the air.

in awe he surrenders
to the divinity of space
in a crazed illusion answers stick to him like leeches
covering his flesh to breach all breaches;