The Way to Eshmim

White swell and quick—
God’s animals
Hurrying to the brink,
Low swept insight
Into fire’s light,
God’s winged
White gifts—
Only emblems;
Living stars;
Falling shadow;
Changing tide.
Like white
Dry dust of salt,
Living lakes
Finding life—
White windswept light
Passionless find
The final tide.

Thanks for checking out my poem.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can also donate some of your hard-earned dollars down below—that’s money to me, for free!


Gabriel Muoio



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