A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.

DISCLOSURE

Where?
That piercing truth,
That jagged awakening,
Defying the smooth curves
Of nature's gentility,
Where?
The sharply faceted,
Blinding diamond,
The stake to the heart
Moment,
Resistant to
Immediate familiarity,
Slipping away into
Comfort's contour,
Where?
The sword from the stone,
The bolt from the blue,
To split asunder
Those conforming dreams,
Where?
The shattering intrusion,
The irrefutable shock,
Are these not
Nature's ways,
Never turning
In her sleep,
No night time horror
Disturbing her
Most lawful play?

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