Interlude

It is that resonant silence,
this unsettling sense
of what is to come,
the internal roar
held still by inertia,
as I quietly come undone;
 
it is that moment
of clarification
just before the storm,
the lie of peace,
the long deep breath,
the hope of the unborn;
 
it is the veil thinned
and the Muse’s kiss,
the raven’s siren song,
the restless sky
and the beat of time
that holds my soul aloft,
 
though heavy I am
against the wind,
my heart rooted in earth.
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