Ballet

The endless horizon above the law less world Swoops down like through the air cuts a sword By no resistance of any kind it is impearled It is free and line between possible and impossible is blurred The abyss to anything earthly has no reference point Yet at the base with the soul it is conjoint First spirit the second will anoint Transforming it to beyond divine from any standpoint The spider webs sprang on the summer’s day Tell the story that will enchant but can also dismay Any that of it blossoming would stand in the way Blossoming of supernatural otherworldly ballet