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Details: Thursday, 29 February 2024; Written by Eve Moore; Views: 890

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Born of a leap

year, I'm versed in

our time's anomalous

imperfections.

The wood of my

dragon drawing

intervals in rings,

not equilateral lines.

Full circles as

completions, and

doors to wider

ambits.

As we spin

on our axis tilted

just so, our revolutions

portend much.

Seeing again

and again those

things we might

have missed.

Only obvious

once seen; this,

Gaia's inspired

doing.

For, like us,

she is expanding

her sweep, her

panorama.

Seeing what's plain,

camouflaged in the

contrast our kind has

fixated lifetimes upon.

Dividing ourselves every

which way into extremes,

middle ground obscured

in the fog of the fray.

But this bifocal

concentration, its

deadlock all or none,

is inducing a new vision.

An evolution

not before chanced,

so monumental

it appears.

The abyss,

dark though it may

loom, is not desolate,

no, no.

It holds vulnerability

as a gift of power

deep in its

welcome.

For this

birthplace of

untold potential

teems with stars.

Uncharted;

hic sunt dracones

ancient mapmakers note,

as dragons fly here.

Their wings

casting rainbows

— promise — spread

against the starlight.

Wings syncing

with wild currents

of air, syncing with

each other, soaring...

high above the land,

high above the rights

and the wrongs, all

so set in stone.

Hieroglyphs

that will tell

of a time of

forged peace.

One odd day, a

master: 2+9=11;

portal to a new way

to be one, of many.

Here,

where we

live and

breathe.

And so we look, hard

— difficult as it is, at

what is and long

has been,

before we leap.

Somewhere over

the rainbow, blue birds

fly, birds fly over the rainbow,

why then o why can't I

∞|∞

Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.

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“When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.”
—Jimi Hendrix

This poem/prose was submitted exclusively to CrystalWind.ca by Eve Moore.

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