dance of the moon,
pulse of the star.
Ma'at's sacred rhythm
distilled inside me.
birds dance in heaven
to plumb the earth.
my soul has wings
and lives in a sycamore.
sleeper soul,
bounded drift,
temptuous seas,
hetaera lighthouse.
death's allusion
buried in sand.
modern palliative dogma
unable to hear heresy.
sacred fire
is a feeling aflame.
seminary science
can't dissect emotion.
sometimes i get lost
on this lonely climb.
empty spectacle beckons
desire's undertow.
tumultous battle
rages inside me.
coiled vicissitude
augurs evanescence.
translucent dreams
etching visual poetry.
morning star,
sustaining harmony.
This is very thoughtful and profound:)
ReplyDeletethanks Launna, I appreciate it.
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