continuous applause
a babbling stream
converses with itself
in a flurry to reach
the river, and on with
it's daemon, towards absorption
into the thinness of a vanishing horizon
far far away, seeping into
my imagination
a sense for the journey I am on
for the gabbling of my mind
and its self congratulatory
applause, that monologue
with an interior realm, its
prim neatness and plague
is a continuous prayer
beseeching time
to call out the name
to form the place
to design its decor
to present a divination
for my own
point of demise.
Stephen Lumb
written in June 2023
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