From our very own Michael Keehan
Broken beauty
Lost in light
And time.
Seldom seen
Never held
Standing against the winds
Of time and loss
Enduring beauty
Waking in the folds
Of empty time
A thread of contact
With all and everything
Released at last
to flower and die.
Entering at last
The precious moment
Of dissolution
The end of reaching
Michael Keehan