Steps line a path beneath me
My reaching feet sure in their touch
A man rimless in presence
Murmurs breaths of wisdom into the passage of the eye
Clever ripples surface and tickle sight
As wondrous light dances like haunted liquid to my eternity
All this accompanies me
While walking my fabled stairs
To places that drift
Like spaces that form
between threads woven from silk
In the shadow of a Rowen tree
Three rays follow me to my seat
As those steps are lost in the growing earth
And I sit with my old friend
Talking of time that exists not and love that cradles us all
mF
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