The Absolute: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr

"The Absolute"

The absolute of the end is coming, catching up to what was necessary to life’s end to bring it’s beginning to start life’s wonderful trend. Falling from these sparks that burn in to the sky brighter than the stars on a molasses colored night. Slowly the darkness drips from around the moon; blue skies breaking through sunlight freeing me again; my wings blossom and I leave the ground. For that moment I am some one for that moment no one can be me, for that moment is every thing in my heart.

By John M. Pride JR.


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