Welcome to the witching hour
when all the world
turns inside out
and round
Welcome to the space between
be tween
the gap
the pause that no one
knows is there
Well come to the underside of all you'll ever need to know
need to
no
I invoke the isness of be
the blessed
magi call
madri gal
softly swirling all that is
infini ty
stars planets nebulae
stars coalesce
galaxies trip off the tongue
like bats off the roof of a cave at
dusk
a murmur of starlings clowns around
a cloud of twisting weaving
up and down
numberless as the night
concealed within its
fractal code
of motional poetry
well met are we here
at the gates
of three two
one
behold
be hold
it is I am
moon
earth
Sun
moon
earth
sun
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