Kelly Vinal - The Calling

Go at the curse
Of the sun fading light,
O'er the idiosyncratic
Remorse or so or saved…
The indigence of strife.
What we seem to have we
Squander in illusion;
Over-pressed for time;
Pored by frame-by-frame…
We illustrate the shame.
Was it not an imperfection?
Whence it came, this pensive thing:
A way to heal the staying grief
A way to feed the lingered self
This day…
Not to be the searchlight doe
Not that, not the epiphanies
Beyond the open road –
Where the dusk is drawing,
Calling us back home.

Kelly Vinal

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