Balance, sway, and grace—that’s
how some of them move—in the way
in which a gentle sea rises and recedes
over the face of earth—again and again
or some go about composing a verse
out of images and sounds they write
in light—till it all comes and ebbs
as one while the heavens’ web is cast,
and, in those meeting sounds, so close
that they spell a soul for us, to taste
that nectar—bliss—is to kiss, and to kiss
is to wind and dance on singing tongues.
And the dark and pitch that grows the depth
and height of night tunes the gaze more radiant.
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