
There upon the minute hangs a phrase
Summit of salvation
Dares a finger raise
Cardinal point
Full of form beyond dimension
Honey fountain angel lips annoint
Beside the aeon
In musty hall
Shining ray dispels the Eidolon
No more in thrall
Dancing now
Through electric gardens
Electing how
These rings of wardens
Would uncoil
To blossom through
The dusty soil
True as true
Rapt in the silence
Of eternal song
Yes the dead can dance
As far as long
Here amongst tobacco leaves and gin
Where porches bake
And ages grin
Her hand I take
To celebrate the passage
Of an aeon
As magnolia spills upon the page
The everpresent dawn
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