IN THE CLEAR LIGHT

 

In the clear light

of morning

the shaman and the priest

sit and dance

simultaneously

 

The moment positioned

in lucid light

the dripping wax

of thought

begins to dry

 

the last cloud

of a rainstorm

ends years of chaos;

the torrential faith

downpours ceaselessly

 

We are not

at liberty

to alter its course

or free ourselves

from its grasp

 

Chained to destiny

the wings are spread

but the sound

of music caroms

through the air

 

night and day

flip flop over

to reverse sides

and we just watch

it all transpire

 

humble in flesh

the angel stands naked

and the humans

can merely stare

and ponder its meaning

 

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