a dozen houses in an illumined order,
the dancing stars that symbolize something—
no matter. You're this maze of wild meaning
in various graphemes, an articulated spirit
accompanied by elaborate hand motions.
You're whatever I've forgotten of the past
in a flash of delicious thunder. You are
unbound by refrains and inexpressible
in the obsure languages of antiquity,
or the confused libraries of oblivion.
But the halls and doors that I worship
resound with the music of many prayers
wherein I find a home amongst mysteries.
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