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- by Linn Barnes

-Linn Barnes 

Knowing nothing before me
will create anything after me
drives an arrow into my solitude
shrouded darkly but not lost

By yet darker shadows
flurrying the winter sky
pounding the broken air 
bending the follicles of space 

Into a subtle rhapsody 
which charms the vast lonely
dance skipping through the rails
of light into the vastness of being

Spinning the known sky 
to a shimmering clarion cry
shouting ancient harmonies 
grinding the wheels of the cosmos

Bringing for a flash 
the glory of a glimpse
at the power of the storm 
churning beneath our feeble eyes