She dances between lines and margins
Contending with each pirouette
Scribbling with a palliative spin
Bound by a pansophist counterfeit
Leading her on, the dance becomes flight
Her wings flutter through the chapters it writes
For an epilogue in the quietus footlights

Whispering a hymn of transcendent rest
That wakes in infinite birth,
She learns to forget the years of distress
For lessons of incalculable worth
In what the pen of permanence discerned
That yesterday’s tomorrows become today
And stories are told from pages turned


Written by Scott Schoffstall
© October 16, 2016
all rights reserved
Poetic Sojourn


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