time to run the electric through the wire
a humming sizzle
a metal box swirl
a tornado throwing
a wide wind blowing
a biosphere clearing
dust settling after it's
devil dance
sparkling in the morning dew
happily running in the monsoon rivulets to a new home
this gentle shining
the buffer
this middle day of magic
a time between times
where the water meets the shore
where the fog bank begins
where a mountain meets the valley
where the sky meets the ground
where the night bows to day slowly
this light drift
the space in between
what makes art and music
and prison bars change
the tears dry
clearing the mind
the hoarse voices drink some
honeyed tea and sit silently
the birds are not yet singing
justice is poised smiling
for the wands to wave
the hammers to drop
and new kingdom's imminent arrival
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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