John McChord


One thousand nails laid in pine

The west was built in a day, maybe less

Is there any zenith we will see beyond?

I’ve heard before of the chariot, pulling the sun

Following the ellipse, crafted for this body

There is none else these bones could hope

But to synthesize, the way it was designed

I am just a voyeur, hoping to see the light


  • Goldfinch60

    That light will be there for you John.


  • L. B. Mek

    a wonderful read,
    Happy New Year

  • Jerry Reynolds

    Good read John. Happy New Year.

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