Pillared vision of instinctive passion
Sung by nightingales cradled in daylight
Dread neither consequence nor precedence
For it belongs to eternity
Reverberating and plangent, masking no longer
A solar plexus in protest to one’s limitations
Cracked, felicitous interpretation to his freedom
Away from the perverse shadows of cynicism,
Doubt no more, a drought of discontent.
Upheaval to communicate what’s most dear
As he rises from turbulence
What’s most consoling of his inner lament?
Apollonius opening Dionysius into the abyss of infinitude,
Bells ceased without tower to cling
Let me rest on nothing but your caressing whisper
Mused and detached
Return and departing at once
Carry this song into our universe
