A trance-like state begins
within a round of great ascension,
sending us into a state
of known unknowingness.
Reckoning this chance to dance
might never come again -
and so it moves outside itself,
singing in a silent breeze of utterance
that blows itself away into sensation;
And begins to feel itself
into and through the throngs
of living memories that swarm within
this sense of an exclusionary wonder;
just as it joins itself to everything that is.
When suddenly, within one
(unexpected and thus oh, so meaningful)
an all-encompassing release of clarity
becomes alive within a simple
sensitivity of being.
Where everything that is cannot
but by a sound - one true and honest
utterance of individuality.
One whisper opens out into a tone,
and the universe responds announcing
the eternity of all mortality.
For this trance-like state
now enters in
to everything that is . . .
? Michaelette ?
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