To the Core

From within the mists,
an echo not quite heard,
reaches through the deepness
of all shadows.

Chaos swells where daemons dwell,
and devas sing all flesh into a spark
that utters, so incessantly,
we finally must take heed;
bringing endless need into a state
of calm and soothing balm that heals
the ills that came within a fearing fog;

As mists unfurl themselves into
an echo not quite heard
alive and growing now within
an intimate, eternal spin
of loving flesh that touches
to the core of everything . . .

? Michaelette ?

1/22/2001
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