Everybody was <br />Beyond the slight of life <br />Lost upon enchanted places <br />Illuminating night – <br />What was once, once <br />Tendered in belief, that <br />Currency of faith, those <br />Wraths of retrospection <br />In rays of grainy space – <br />It was I who once comported <br />With a paradoxical refrain… <br />Or Proper or Pompous – <br />The silhouette's betrayal <br />Of rust and tattered reins. <br />Everybody was <br />Beyond the line of sight <br />Drawn upon the second-hour <br />Dreamscape we define – <br />What was once indelibly, incurably <br />Splashed upon the pale-gray canvas <br />Or etched in granite, bas relief <br />Of syncopated faith – <br />To ninety, on the weakest beat <br />Of life, the immeasurable <br />Aspirations of perfect <br />Of perfect resolve <br />Of perfect love.<br /><br />Kelly Vinal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-twenty/
