buried in the body memory
every note resounds at random
times
just one note perhaps
an entire Era
melts away and another time
another place
shimmers into being
transmogrifies the world
fifty years evaporate
a brittle edge breaks off
breaks open
soft liquid pours out viscous
from some sweet
some barely identifiable wound
all along you think you’re Alive
every time you plant your foot upon
the earth
you think it Means something
we look into each other’s faces
and imagine
a moment in time that will Last
that emotion
that Love that Anger that Horror or
Sadness
that Excitement has meaning
that the World will be changed
energetic force touches changes Reality
what Is Reality?
can you touch it
can you pick it up
manipulate its shape or
scent
can you bury it where no one will ever
see?
sometimes it only takes one
to break through the fear
the shame
of looking unlike the others
uncommon
of stepping Forward
but just one rebel
a single moment
One Dancing Light
caring only for the music
is pulled into the matrix generating
the soul
of this night
or the last hundred years
or any time at all
in a
surprising and magical way
the
Walls come down
sometimes it only takes one
© 2019 pamela twining
https://windsongmyths.wordpress.com/2019/03/15/dream-space/
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