It is sudden,
this life,
a billowing pop-up tent
for the quick and the dead.
And how true that,
its frayed denouements of
thread lead you back
and back again
through that labyrinth,
its spool
of yarn
the ravels of your own doing,
but always, always,
there lies in wait
that secret pool,
matched to the latency of your desire
to dive.
Ask the pearl
whose placement
was no accident,
but rather the cause of beckon,
stemming from its innate right
to glisten in the dark.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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1 Response to Glistening

  1. jocelyn harper says:

    From down deep this one sparkles up to the surface! Nice –

    Liked by 1 person

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