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As in a Vision
She’s reading now, the testament
books of myth and thunder
her voice drear as northern light rising,
winter’s wind breathing ice over continents
words that men cling to in stone temples
stained glass and tinseled ornamentation
arms of martyrs and messiahs raised
in silent-faced suffering
She’s singing now, a dirge
oarsmen of oblivion, arms rising and falling
skiff slinking through the icy waters
rising and falling in unison
cloaked and hooded, eyes slits of laser light
no smile bedecks their countenances
hidden in millennial mists
accept, accept she sings
A portal opens, the boat slips through
all bone and silhouette, a grim grey skeleton
Oh men of mist and shallow breath
her words and music echo in your souls
each one of you a replica, stamped
with a stone-faced mould and left
to find some meaning in impermanence
Reading your tribal legends
your songs of pain and loneliness
she stands now at the helm
her cloak of mist drifting about her
a final verse, a prophecy perhaps
The silver flecks of tiny fish
disturb the waters in her wake
© Johnmichael Simon
2013
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