I choose the bright pulse
The quiet gold threaded through the dark
A vow the body keeps
Even when the mind forgets its own Name
I walk inside a trembling dawn
Where light gathers itself
Like a creature learning to stand
And every breath is a small
Defiant lantern
Yes
The shadows lean close
But I am not their cathedral
I am the corridor of returning
The echo that refuses to vanish
The hand that rises from the river
Holding nothing but the will to rise again
Life hums beneath everything
A low ancient music
That will not stop calling me forward
Even when the night tries to close its fist
I follow that sound
I let it crown me
I let it keep me here
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Anthony Hanible (
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This poem in its mystery of meaning provokes the reader to thought. Nicely written in a surreal and most metaphoric manner. Well done Anthony
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