Sometimes I stand at the edge of feelings A part of me lost to the moment While the rest ring at reason, but I move all the same Spiraling towards them, like a firefly to fire. Destiny rooming in from time's attic, waiting to turn, Curving towards calls from the cavern depths That infinity patterns in light Looking down at my vulnerability A silent dancer, dancing away Moving through opaque lifetimes Bowing through various incarnations Sitting wisdom on it's ancient seat In it's single abode, my life, my soul At it's heaving octave... Sometimes this thirst slakes at clipped minds Often a portrait I have to complete, my binding with Earth's bid. Sometimes I stand alone, at a lonely distance Living at their dimension to raise lost vibrations, To pull back the veil, to move them to that light, My sole contract smoked at infinity's hearth.
