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This Music
During these past five orphaned weeks, The gloriously decorated chambers of my inner spirit Have been reverberating with the serenely jubilational chords Of the Lord's celestial registers, Singing, to me, of destinies mystical and depthless, So distant from the visionary eye that sees me listening to them, I almost believe I'm hearing someone, something, calling me.
Could this music, whispering to me, in my waking and dreaming, Kissing my existence's lips, bones, soul, Be the lyrics of a new scripture consecrating my mother, Recently installed in the eternal realm of oneness? Or is it, more likely, that, missing both my parents so ardently, I'm seeing them, in my ears, dancing to their love, Whose numinous, romantic melodies I hear with my eyes,
All of them sighs in the breeze-eddies of November's leaves, Beckoning me to heed their call, as a revelation?
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