This is a lucky place thought I as I sat in obscurity. I recall no beginning can fathom no likely exit. I am, simply with a vision housed in the noble envelope a treasure uncertain of its form gently inviting to the traveler. Senses beyond the earthly realm shedding the obsolete particles the finality of all dreams now with certainty at hand. This is a fancy world knew I as I began to fade in eternity. I now step forward in mere imagination at last entangled in the blissful call of a voice universal only to my name and I lay myself to rest upon infinity.
About the Poet:
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review, as well as other publications.
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