Deep
03/06/2026
S
ScottNovice Poet
The Beacon
that single note hung there a door held open to the Otherworld of explosive stillness opening full my senses of that rushing edge of the moving horizon a drop of blindness over the falls to vision my form losing itself through the mist i am no longer earth bound i am no longer falling i am flying on this vibration beacon of sound a whisper of life i am deaf no more
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