This is another poem I find much more accessible today than on first
reading. I like the form and the rhymes and half rhymes work well. It's a
curious piece because it seems slightly archaic but that doesn't niggle me
as much as I'd expect it to. Perhaps it's because the piece feels solid and
well-constructed.
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Beyond this
Beyond this envelope a void -
despite rumours, none returns.
On its surface shine
reflections, transmuted shapes
infernal or divine.
Our lives expand unto that boundary
nor may we shrink, afraid
from its finality.
Admire those fleeting images
of grace, but dread the warping
terror of the light.
Yet, when the bubble bursts, both saint and fiend
come to a complete and equal end.
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