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Event in a Spiral Galaxy
Who are you?
That when you arrive
eyes headlight, chairs scrape,
heads turn, hush flattens conversation
you pull folio from tunic, speak
words that spell change
from this day onwards—
yesterday a closed door—
all passes.
Who are you?
Spawn of dynasties in silence
yet when you speak
continents shift, rearrange,
words inscribed on rock
buried for millennia, emerge
as shining as the day
they were inscribed.
still all passes
Are you a flash that rips open
the mask of history, a sword raised
as hordes crash across borders
filling worlds with blood?
Are you a secret whispered down
from father to son, a mystery which
only on the day when sunlight penetrates
a hidden chamber, becomes clear?
Are you forbidden fruit, a motherless legend,
a virus raised in a laboratory of shattered glass,
are you a notice pinned to a tree on an airless
planet revolving around a distant sun?
Are you a baby crying under rubble, intact
unscarred, are you all of these?
all passing
Who are you?
Never before observed
yet instantly recognized
king for a shard of time
© Johnmichael Simon
2008
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