Inchoate – a poem


Inchoate terrors realised for end

Terminator looming on the horizon

Eternal grandeur, the separation

Of worlds and heavens, soil and skies

Containing this dream; more to come.


More restful spirits than I have

Come to bear witness, twitchy beings,

Eyes of smouldering orange seeing

Their way to impede progress for-

Ward, that terror growing, to horror.


Recollections and realisations need

No explanations when come to full

Fruition, the dawn of new days found

Less horrific as they near, wonder

Grown and in a soul less suspecting.


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