The Secret Joy of Jangling Keys (Late Night Poem)

On the edge of the edge of the Sleeping Abyss
On the tips of joined fingertips, worlds are connecting.
On the black walls of internal nights,

Sizzling rails of light are projecting

A snapshot from Elsewhere
Here afar,
Primitive, infantile
From a place nearby

Crackling in a Freedom drive,
The secret joy of jangling keys
On their way back home

There It is, again :
The most intimate appointment.

The boarding and the trip have collided
In a single journey, a promise, manifested.

Every night, loyal and surprising,
Sleep keeps coming.
Where is the ancestral bell ringing from ?

Mingled meanings from the Early Knot
Impulse the message along the translucent rope :
‘Rest beneath, go beyond.

Franck Joseph

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