John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. Twice nominated for Best of
the Net, his work has appeared in many literary journals. His first
book, Intunesia, is available at http://www.lulu.com/
Relics of an Inner
Sphere
Hobbling toward the horizon,
a perspectival leap in store,
our nebulous longings
confuse the afterlife
with deified portals
to another world.
Attempts to grasp
the overarching entity,
doomed to infinite regress,
shape our days
to cratered relics
of an inner sphere.
Automatic yearners
plunder the scalar skies
for heavenly drops of delight,
but render only the furrows
of yet another fitted brow.
We go around once make the most of it.
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