so beautiful yet imperfect <br />lofty thoughts crammed <br />into asphyxiating spaces <br />with all the bold grace <br />of a cattle train full <br />once openly arrayed <br />each letter corrupts their <br />purity, dampens their joy <br />white petals wilting, scorched <br />thoughts and images divine <br />now uneasily bourne <br />by vessels corruptible <br />cursed with leaking hulls <br />what frail bearers of light <br />shadows cast by storm lamps <br />flickering bare intermittence <br />or maybe a spark of glory <br />yet from season to season <br />souls bare in furious compulsion <br />feverish quills worn past utility <br />asking ourselves, have we <br />could we have triumphed <br />reaching the terminus preset <br />or a foolish dream drifting <br />a journey we each must take <br /> <br /> <br />`<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journeying/
