She sings: can't keep quiet,
yet in my discontent
I can make no sound,
can neither find the words
nor fathom the thoughts
to decipher the
disquiet lurking far,
far below.
Distant hints of memories
haunt my horizons,
whispering promise and
prophecy, inspiring
tales wherein hope and
history rhyme.
But my steps remain
yet out of sync with
the Sanctified Rhythms.
I cannot translate the
echoes resonating
softly but persistently
from deep within hidden
chambers: mysterious
enchantments interwoven
with melancholy.
An enigma I
cannot begin to
answer until I
embrace and grapple, breathe
and bleed, live and die
and resurrect with
this singular que