The Last Page
Here the (binder)(journal) ends
Much in the way it began
Subconscious poem
A song from the heart
Delivered in metered time
Uniquely spaced notes
Proceeding unheard
Sprouting invisible fruit
And nearly unread
Infrared flower
With ultraviolet seeds
A sight to behold
It will cross your heart
And mix your senses thusly
Until you question
What is real and not
All subjectively defined
When God is involved
Writing from the heart
God is involved here for sure
And little else is
Creative prayers
An arrangement of a stroke
A stroke of the pen
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