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vii. Reverence
The music of silence. A tremble, a flicker.
Dream raises liberation, caterwaul, a leap.
Nights tremble with vow, rhythm, blowing things.
Reverence: where one rests around dawn.
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viii. Drift
Hush. Reckon a rising world around that
charred figure chanting goldensong.
Hand conjures hand, make broad stains
unto a landscape, new rivulets through
the cosmos, greater songs ferment. Drifting,
dashing gestures. Hush. Eventual sunshine.
Bells, birds, yet still withal the heartbeat
of waiting. Branches shimmer with plainness,
prayers old & new blow by, days reach
taller with mystery. Hush. What opens
out, blows up brightly, cries, squawks:
truth not extant in sugar or machine.
Hush. World fattens with miracle & woe,
strangers cross in dreams, trade words
like fidelity, possession. Notice faith
walking misty night streets humming
songs of stroking stars, cascading kisses.
Hush. Passions again accelerate, twinings
like leaves & fruit. Among goldensong
your name persists. Hopeful, heated,
you know & receive.
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The Cenacle / 54 / April 2005