A Purity of Feeling
by Michael Doyle

Sailing along the sea 
Guided by a northern light
Becomes a willing collaboration
To reach our destination

Somewhere between the purity
And the places of sheer beauty
Is the presence utterly revealing
Concealed inside the naked feeling

Profound as it is somewhat beguiling
In all its traces, where God is willing
There in the miasma of golden voices
Are the parameters of solid choices

Between the detritus of repetition
The mind knows its own competition
Between what rarely passes to inspire
And that story the writer truly desires

It can be shared as we live and hallucinate
By all the nightcrawlers who participate
There is a risk between listening and reading
A trail of thought often leaves us bleeding

Disembodied voices continue in their appeal
Somewhere between shuddering kept to real
And the midnight's mass of broken alleviation
That whispers of the madman's inebriation

Mass communication is obsessed between the purity
And the beauty that combines into life's absurdity
It's the missing aesthetic principle that is inked
Into the words that drift about somehow interlinked

(c) June 7, 2023  Michael Doyle
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