At Wells: Polyphony
The unmoving vault
receives their movement
voices
falling flights
niched
on the sudden providential hand
of air
daring to reassume
the height that
spanned and hemmed un-
til (like light
entering amber)
they take and hold it
and their time ©
its space
sustain
in a single element the chord of grace.
Structure
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