Stolen thoughts from a silent mind
Empty hands that beg sublime
Coruscating flows of begotten eyes
Looking nowhere
Feeling all
Shameful glimpses of nude Gods
Splitting seams on woven shadows
Lovingly embracing forgotten woes
On a rock she stands
She is Oak
Drooping with the weight of millenia
Weary with a twinkle in her eye
Peering from behind blinding masks
Tearing at imagined foes
Weeping with the force of iron
A Resplendant Great Soul is all alone
Revelling in momentous tones
Dancing to the sound of angelic spheres
Symbolic fetters within wicker cages
All flows in breathing motion
All is One