The Vault of the Sound

The bargain for youth is either
tottering old age, or
an early death.

Life deals in opposites.
Where is the center?
That’s the real elixir,
the Holy Grail,
the eternal savior.

But life guards it relentlessly.
That vault is kept soundly.
There is no entrance.
And once in, there is no egress.

The eye of the storm
carries on long wings the soul,
not the body, not
the rack of the dichotomies.

-K T, 1/25/2022


About ktrammel

Author of Gathered Rain, and Between the Hours, which can be found on Amazon. Read more on my sites,, or
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