Sunday, May 31, 2009

porte rouge


sunday evenings spent silently
entranced in shamanistic ritual
connecting me beyond this depth
mediating deepest spirits of soul
perpetuating a small sacred space
bearing all to blank empty pages
fragmented pieces, naked thoughts
scrawled out upon enticing lines
inking emotions; 
brown sacred tablet
four apostles preaching 
inner spirits venerated 
prayer in music theory
rhythm remains my deity

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