The Rapture
Out of chaos is born new
The ruble falls away to reveal
Untouched clay
Is it a rebirth or a requiem
A song for what has passed
The word evokes a passionate fever
Spinning , dancing , leaping
Plunging forward
Or looking back
An empassioned dream or
A waking reverie
Slipping into the silence
Where minds can meet
And retrace unfollowed paths
And there I await the dawn.
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