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Friday, February 11, 2011

held briefly

what heavenly potion this night
one drop and surely i will die
for the first taste is supreme
and all others disappear
i am the wandering dervish alight in a found land
the likes of which enchant me
and i begin to twirl and skitter and fly
until even i vanish in the spinning wind
the music drives me unto the temple of love
where all time ends
and the world holds me in its dream
i cease and surrender
the play and passion pushed beyond the barriers
the simple truth exposed
i am no more
and never will be

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