An entrance to the world beyond the gaze
Of those who walk without the eyes to see
Your gorgeous nothings written words which raise
The veil exposing possibility
Configured in no ordinary way
And left to linger leisurely–Records
On stationery of another day
The passage only poetry affords.
The nothings in this space are nothing more
Than witnesses—receptacles for those
Leftovers from the processes which store
Realities of life in careful prose.
From earth to its embrace–eternity
Awaits when from these shackles I am free.
Copyright © 2016 by Deone Emineth