When in an hour's perjury some hinted truth Is caught, and what had stung in coldness In pillowing warmth remains, Holding the soul below the bone, 5 Almost I can forgive my human stain-- Almost I am the thing that I am not, Almost I in lightness and in light am propped. My eyelashes then are limned With clarifying dews; 10 Ambition and regret lay neglected In the grass, never again to be new. Forever windward my face amends its smile; Forever forward my eyes seek their trial, Stalking the light. 15 Strike and stroke its rays!
From the collection "Nobody Poems"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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