Spirit Song
It is beyond closed eyes I see
an alien to me, a fellow consciousness
who trembles in his heart,
a partner of my soul I never knew,
whose constancy is certain
as that looming space that throbs
before me and demanding
that the song be heard,
impossible the song,
the song inviolate,
and there upon a waiting breath.
Words make court
around the beauty I may not contain.
The goal is given, not defined,
intoned, and thrown upon the board.
I take
I break
I share the body and the blood,
and there within the courtyard
is the prize millenia have dreamed to touch.
There...
within my outstretched hands
this very moment and
I shall not pass it by.
~
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