Gate

The cloister has no gate for thieves.
Nothing can be stolen from within.
There is only a lamp, a desk, a window.
For moonlight, wind, rain.

The cloister has an iron cross.
Forged and welded; seeing ferrous ages pass
For moonlight, snow and sunrise.

I welcome her to enter; vow or vows to take. Beneath, beyond, above the signal.

Ordinal, abscissal: coordinate planes An idea of transcendence. Inner vortice to biometric storm.

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s