Life: Creation Light

My Words Were Lost In a Maelstrom     I'm here now having survived years that swept by, that i tried to lay hold of, that i will try to lay hold of again.  see, i 've touched mysteries while looking for the El Dorados to be discovered in one golden thought while ceilings fell in over my bed and walls broke away and I was wrapped in half-light.  the scent of the cold and the damp and of bodies washed in thin trays formed a veil over things.  i rested in it as comfortably as i would in a resurrection shroud.  now I've risen, anointed as it were by these wet covered sidewalks; breathing life again in the darkness before morning, not tired yet  of waiting between concrete and glory. Will H. Robey (6/15/2020)