Poet's Korner

"The Next Phase"

Phase through phase
through all sorts of matter
We come to a clearing
the spool of silence

I take it to you
like a have-to be honest
I lie with the masons
I lie with a stranger

From helping to helping
we thank them for dinner

And after it stops
it's starting and stops

Phrasing the key
each step small and certain
Phrasing each key
the edge too far-flung now

To be on the steps
the steps we're so certain

Face to face

through all sort of matter

--Chris Peebles