Vincent
At the end you went past the blandishments of light past the golden shimmer of its dance across the surfaces of things- pushing down to something more elemental the spin and shiver of subatomic particles humming in the space beneath ordinary sight-- their motion caught in swift jabs of paint punched out on flat canvas-- the electric pulse of creation shining with intent-- trees curling like flames against the sky stars that swirl and tumble across the restless night wind moving through the living wheat where the skirl of crows rises and the road runs headlong to its vanishing point at the junction of pain and exaltation Mary McCarthy Mary McCarthy has always been a writer, but spent most of her working life as a Registered Nurse. She has had many publications in journals, including Earth's Daughters, Caketrain, and The Evening Street Review, among others. She has only recently discovered the vibrant poetry communities on the internet, where there is so much to explore and enjoy.
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