The Words I Hold Silent

Fleeting failures
along Escher’s steps.
Tender steps
of whispered hope
Ascending toward a timeless state
Returning home,
returning home,
Where the awaited wait.

God has blessed the words I hold silent
Those whose truth is betrayed by a breath
Those that nest in these still lips
Frozen in an imagined press.

We ascend upon descending stairs
For in the end the heart will lead
to placeless places
where the mind wouldn’t dare.

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