Stick around
and you shall hear..
A melody
that echoes from afar..
But resonates
as though it’s near.

Suspend your worries.
Pacify your fears.
The more you strain
your eyes,
the more the image blurs.
But if you
loosen your perception..
everything
comes into focus..
crystal clear.

Relax your muscles.
In a state of peaceful
readiness,
we are the strong.
So tune your ears
and listen keenly..
for the notes
that spell
familiar motifs..
The Spirit’s aria
before The Fall.

I stared into
this heart of darkness
for so long..
that darkly is the only way
that I still see.
My mirror image
in The All..
The One of me.

It offers me another vision..
and I hear the comedy
within its tragic call.
The stage is set, at last,
for us to hear..
The Swan Song.