Epiphany
Epiphany
Slowly shifting winds of time
Blow through the outstretched arms
Upon a hill
Held in silhouette
Against an evening sky
To set the steel bound soul of Everyman,
Trapped
Within the rising towers
Dotting the dreamscape
With visionary signature –
The line of hope to take from Time
Its darkness and it chill –
Spinning
With hypnotic rhythms
Bound away from all the other
Spinning towers,
Captured in Isolation’s grip
Upon the windswept
Barrenness
And deserted hills of twilight,
Hanging onto the Dream
To rise above the Valley glow
And cradle in the hollows
Fragile Beacons
With Lines to gird the flowing hills,
Not to notice the one bright Star
Suspended in
Epiphany
Above the twirling Men
Who only sense its presence
In their dreamless sleep
But seek to bring
Back to earth
Light Eternal
By their Hallucined
Dance.
Wind Farms – Altamont Pass
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