In moments of transitional sleep,
do beepers of joyousness
sound in your mind?
The ones you love
Your own flesh and blood recombined
into short sounds
of disunity
that unite your thoughts
Into genetic regiments
or, perhaps, your DNA segments
use emulsion
to prepare images?
Images that make you smile
If these planes make sense to you,
and extend to a personal distance,
then caress them
For these aural and visual planes
are far more than two-dimensional surfaces
They may just be your treasure
Your veritable life essence
braced against the North wind
in a huddled world
Surely, love survives
Beneath cloaks of harm that destroy
Fields of noire in a barren country
The background and foreground of depression
Your heart may overpump but there is peace to be found
in some impression
Your nook - in your mind-
feel your heart settle
The Lord’s comfort and heredity
is there for you in consciousness
Walk on crushed snow
without hampered progress
Your footholds on the new flat
Your perimeters of white sky
Your sharpened life
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