The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 1 / Phillip Neal Tippin

One breathtaking remove

To gather my thoughts
About Your feet.

I don’t know when,
But at some point we
Let the implicit back in,
To flourish as it once did.

How different a death this is
To follow to and in and through.

The new through-ness of death.

Turns out condescension is
The mountain which to climb
From the valley of our lording.

All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2020-2022 by Phillip Neal Tippin. All rights reserved.

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