Ruth Poniarski – Passage

An enclosure of time

A sail to guide me on

an ivy pass not emerged

until one treads the ridge

and builds the past

Where the path is obscured

on the screen of muzzled

communications

Impacting a common era

observing a margin of history

lured by my reflection

As I lay inert

when I travel an edge

between my shadow

a frontier on either side

and love a threshold

where construction is viable

Perceptions yield to a passage

toward a dream

The zenith of my sight.

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