My Favorite Poem
but sometimes I go to a hill
that overlooks the landscape of city lights.
For a sip of momentary grace
on this brink of everything I know
I can gain
an eyeful of the last Atlanta
in the human soul
and a breath that fills up my lungs between the stars.
If right now
you were to capture this elation
in the framework of your mind
or find transcendence through these wors
then at most you would know nothing
of the beauty your existence throws to me
for mine is a love no experience
not thought, no measure, no words
could ever degrade into reality by virtue degree
- Shawn Hunter
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