lying-sleeping-gods

I've learned nothing But I know something new Let me fail to share it

I remember Dimensionality in the leaves I remember Strange exchanges, in cryptic tongues And colours never seen And words that fell like rain

And I still hear echoes of angels in the choir And I still hear the four right chords And I still tremble And I still seek I know not what

All a-tumbling and a-skewing and culminating in... something

An embrace, preloved and prevanished? An invisible whisper? A soul ablaze like fairy lights? A glance, not quite flirtatious and not really noticed? A crack?

I'm altered I remain I ache

I'm just a low grade mystic Kneeling beneath an empty sky For now, that suffices