Morning of Revelation

The Soul begot me with song
The Messenger of lighted space
That we…trembling…are
The worlds, the spheres
Were made in song
Not for men to make prisons of
Married in sound
Archetype and Atom
Scintillation is the reality we seek
We are
the nectar and the wine
drop on drop
creating rivulets of light
in a planetary stream of consciousness
Would it be too bold an act?
To startle, bewilder, astonish our shadows
Are such dull flames
Too bold?
To evolve with power and unimpeded simplicity
Sun that we can be?
Unrelentingly to ravish our horizons in
The Dawn
The predestined time?
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