Face of Agamemnon

Where the freeways fold
Over the glistening skylights
Dazzling stars of the night 
And pockets of time
Buildings with a thousand floors,
Reflecting windows and even 
More revolving doors. 
In the same deep waters as you.  
Somewhere amidst serendipity 
And constant vacuums of relativity
A leap of faith, architecture of space.
Fate gives what Chance can not control 
Abiding in mystery the lucidity of soul.
Gazing onto the face of Agamemnon
Leaving without a leg to stand upon
Coming home to look after my fences
Finding them missing
And again trusting my senses.

© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2020. 

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