Two lands between myself and I
A chasm thinly bridged
The way unfamiliar, footprints eroding
trips far between
Soul’s forgotten passage
One land cold days calculated
Precisely tied first into next
A chain controlled, locked
Into limits of the known
Mediated, moderated, meticulous glittering image
Ponderous churning, observing life
Hard critic judge and jury
The Far land, fire and ice
Furious longing, ecstasy coiled
Begging for release
A reservoir simmering
parchment paper thin, with a spark
Consuming flare rapture
Cyclone whirl
on canvas renewed
Joy’s bells peal
Loud long the call
The affair of the heart, a deep rhythm
Pounding cadence,
Sinking the drum dance of Creation
Unbidden feet move
And I
One whole I
begin
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