like rivulets of silk
darkly smooth in
mellow sweetness
the soul of a melody
is lodged deep down
your heart and spine
right in the marrow bone
and you wonder for three seconds:
why fear?
for in the depth
there is a height so vast
so far
you’re the prophet
with the chariots of fire
the dark lady worshiped
with lute and lyre
the throned god ruling
the liquid gyre
all those pasts layed to rest
calling quietly
to be remembered, known
aspired
so yes,
this is the moment
this is the time, there is no other
there is always, only
now
now
now
.
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