poem – being – M. Taggart

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The Iliad of silence gasps for air
as we peer through collected
prisms of sight- hoping to rise
a morning with more purpose
than that which drives eyes
to view the next without.

-M. Taggart

online at: https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/

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