Extremis Profundis The stretch Of inter­nal diam­e­ters of the heart Beyond the break­ing point Augmented by music Blue Blue Blue Not like the sea but like the space Between the inside of your eyes And what’s out­side Not like the sky but the line Between extremes of grief And apa­thy As if you know the music will never end Never crest Never roil back on the other side And it is death that does this and death And near death and pain suf­fered From watch­ing that death unfold Blue The music goes blue blue like The stretch of notes ris­ing Higher toward a believer’s heaven Higher above a skeptic’s home­town By Douglas Pinson _​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​_​ Copyright © 2008 Spinozablue and Douglas Pinson. All rights reserved. The mate­r­ial on this site may not be repro­duced, dis­trib­uted, trans­mit­ted, cached, or oth­er­wise used, except with the prior writ­ten per­mis­sion of Spinozablue, Inc.

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