COSMIC CHORUS

s p e a k  t h e  e l e m e n t s

You make note and your hand just softly
touches the paper
To the Celestial Record a rival humble
Slowly, of your own you write out note:
on the borders of the shadows a blooming wind
like a cobweb
parts anxiety

Tremolo. Final tones

Only now in the silence of the dome
music you listen for eternal
Speak the elements

Tumbled the pictures around the galleries
from the golden frames
Melts the illusion. And the soul
like a shirt tight puts aside this matter
in which you
of anxiety like a pollen full
just evoked the true reality

But one should, before you touch it
record a wind
one should write out anxiety
A tremulous composition of music one should,
one should also an element feel universal
so that you would your
before the Celestial Face
Recognise shadow, illuminated

(speak the elements)

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