notes toward a cosmic folklore – XIX

 

 

This is the voice you are afraid of, that comes in fits and starts to

startle you awake to face the faces you would face; this is the

voice you come close to, that whispers in your dreaming ear

night after night, and for days on end, to tell of secrets you

aren’t ready to hear; this is the voice you find yourself in, that

draws the contours of a form you hardly know save as the new

terms spoken true and full, and deep within; this is the voice

you are made of, that settles down like an anchor in the sea

fathomless as the reef of love that touches the places where

you…are me.

 

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