Interlink

In the mirror is a galaxy, It's white and black and blue. It gives to me an alloquy, Then relocates in my shoe The mouth of God is open Her words are soft but firm A web of parallels unbroken A new knot at every turn A day of true connection A night of sweet decay I pray for loss of circumspection I dip my hands into the clay I do not know for certain But I cannot not believe Let me pull back the darkened curtain Let me reconnect with Eve