The Cross of Life
Anchoring us here in Space,
amid the many unknows,
is this heavy symbolism,
like a metal fist
to the left of the breast
in rememberance,
of multi dimensional
Existence.
An ankh to the forehead,
its cool reign
drops . . .
Settles and triggers
the beating of the heart
with echoed prayers in
angst as we set sail,
rippling . . .
to a place not so far off.
I'll be thinking of this
as we venture
out to script
across our
hemispheres
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