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One brass pipe, two lips

by David Maurice

Looking straight down
into a bowl
gives a sense of infinity,
the feeling that all around
a rim lies better days and nights
on worlds you've never even
had the temerity to fathom

And yet only in the dark,
the heavy night breathing
on my neck, the light comes from
within, the known common ground
flickers into ash,


Posted on 09/06/2014
Copyright © 2021 David Maurice

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/08/14 at 12:59 AM

Is this the bowl of a pipe? I'm going to assume that as it carries me more logically to the ash. "the known common ground flickers into ash" - love this.

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