Friday, April 26, 2013

The ceremony begins

Morning music awakens
Sounds drift in & out of
Consciousness inserting
Themselves amongst
The unintentional it is
Too soon for magic but
I have no say in this I
Haven’t any opinion or
Rights of declaration
Only a debt to the world
Happening around me
To observe & take note
Of what happens un
Impeded by thought
Unadulterated by any
Emotion the melody is
Strange yet the intent
Is apparent my hands
Splayed open like a
Book to a familiar page
& I must not be afraid
Of the message written
There amongst the lines
For it is my own fortune
& it is for my own sake
That I understand as
The music fades & my
Eyes are opened to
Another morning


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