Scriptor Press - The ElectroLounge

xxxvi. Lasting
i. All is Forgiven
Once. Twice. Breathe. Relax.
Once. Twice. Breathe. Relax.
Once. Twice. Breathe. Relax.
Now conjure at will. Lights & hue,
make of them.
Easy. Let what flows, flow. Nothing
too late, nothing too soon.
Now a star, now a branch, now a dream
no longer dream.
Slip through crowds & silence alike, let
everything pass, there is no secret nor
bliss one is bound for. There is no path.
There are the steps you claim, mistake
for a life. There is the bed where new
things ferment.
There are old woods listening.
There are stars & wherefrom they dangle.
There is language hid along growl, within buzz.
When all seems like music, it is.
Once. Twice. Breathe. Relax.
Once. Twice. Breathe. Relax.
Once. Twice. Breathe. Relax.
Now accelerate. Now burn.
6 x 36 Nocturnes
sixth series
Raymond Soulard, Jr.
43
The Cenacle / 54 / April 2005