Sunday, May 5, 2013

This vision in a half-dream I remember

This vision in a half-dream I remember
because I tell the story. She possesses
fire, water, power, air, the ether
thunders with her measure. I'm seeing

her colors and contours, the gentle rising
of her breast with breaths. I've assembled
a figure to represent her curving body,
a horoscope that notes the situations

of planets at her birth. This vision in
the half-awake morning is punctuated
by a few birds singing. She illuminates

and enlightens the narrative, I have
lost my way about her. She is telling
the truth about an ancient mysticism.

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