Strongly
disliked, but loved,
warring
a heavy night. I love
you
becomes evident, tears
falling
with every key. Something
sightless,
both souls and spirits.
Dance
a golden chime, thump
to
heart, magnified in glory. I never
knew,
pacing and
crawling,
forced to rise. I called
upon
a fortress, sitting in
darkness.
But light fuses a series,
where
even pain—blesses
conflict.
Move
and sweat, to hear a Ghost,
something
subtle
and
discreet. We feel it, a raving river,
a
mother’s muse. I’m
inward
ten miles, jumping hoop to hoop.
A
lagoon fraught
with
prayers, where a brother grips and
grabs
Love. So let us
fly,
needled with Spirit, sweating water
and
salt.
We
must
revive,
every ritual, a private affair,
reaching
a continent.
Feel
it as it rises, a cryptic self. Move it as
it
listens, a mystic
fount.
I love you becomes evident, tears
rising
with every key.
Something
vivid, a wealth of fusions; and
something
silent,
a
girth of visions.
