Was it you, Hermes...?
who lead me past the threshold of my pain
into a world where silence sang

and there,
within the song,
I found reflections of a world so old,
a new-formed inspiration sprang

from the solid base of centuries
moving still,
in constant revolution as I stood
centered in your world of liminality

and two worlds converge,
two vectors cross in accidental meeting;
as gods and men are brought to face their fears
for once to see the same reflection...

? Michaelette ?

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