Silent glowing circle of night resolves to day; violet morn skies.
Electric soul organ harmonizing with the screaming winds, gentle breezes and the sounds of morning rousing the keepers of solitude.
I see reflections of myself in pools of dirty water. How could it be that I remain after a night that took me so far from here?
Spoken words echoing through hazy confusion.
I amazed remain silent watching illusions vanish then reappearing smearing God’s Abstract.
The representations of the One Whole.
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Author:
J.H.Byron-Nuel (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote the back in 1991. I was in my homeroom class during my last year of high school. I think I was viewing God not as the creator of all things but as an artist.
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Good write JH.
Nay, a poem was hardly born from me in 1991. Just the odd one or two!
I started as a kid. When I was 17 I burned them all saying out loud I have nothing to say. As the smoke billowed towards the sky. I save every thing now. It’s probably a bad habit. Haha
I do believe God is the one Whole. and we are just specks of pieces from that Whole. I think that makes us all one. I’m probably just stupid but that’s what I want to believe.
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