We Sing Poem by Steven Federle

We Sing



Over bright fields
we fly.

Thin slips
of consciousness,
bounded by darkness,

we rise
on our song’s
golden glow

not knowing
how descends
the growing edge
of nothing.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Preston James 18 August 2011

this poem really makes you think. you don't describe every aspect, you leave it up to speculation. it's awesome. love it.

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William Jackson 16 August 2011

? Great poem. Thought provoking. I am still contemplating the ending.

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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