Rhapsody realm finds
My new imagining
Become solipsistic – my heart a
Diaspora of Life
Surrounded by
Sphere of Self molded from an
Autumn moon of jurisprudence
Fathom delights of the night
Like torment meant for
Darkness undiscovered,
Careful not to un-due
Judgement find owning rules
Belies the trauma of conscience
A grace before my soul undone
Above this pain a
Window into [the] living
A grasp of time like
Gasp out-of-air privilege of
Unknown sunlight of Winter’s doubt,
Into the Doubt of night.

© K. James Ribble