It’s painful to move from one word to the next,
To evolve, to creep a violent mind sprawl,
To throw across a focus that’s so precise concentration
Bends unlimited space that opens the heart of Muse.
Starting in a seed of sound is the evolution of
Forgiveness: Muse, looking from
The outside ground floor sill at her own reflection
To see, in the apartment, before she takes flight,
You, standing in there. She asks you to come
With her because you share the same heart, and only
With you is she a person and not just a mirror
Image of light.
The space of the heartbeat is filled
From the inside of rain in the sunlight.
Muse even put an Angel with a flaming sword
At the Gate to keep the Tree of that Knowledge
Off limits.
And mortals still think they can decide
Between Good and Evil, even conduct wars
Based on their so-called certainty.
