A Beautiful Chance
like a star
like a planet
like a bee
Am I ready,
ready now to become what will be after? what I am to be after?
To bring myself back,
back to the loch
black the waves
gently lapping at the shores rocky Blue
Brown
Green
To become again an improvised chorus of the God
transfigured by the Music of Fate
of what has always been and never been
where scales fall away and I hear with my whole body
become but for a moment only Music:
all of me only Music
and how long might that moment be
yes how long
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