Continuum

Gradually

          out of the silence 
          a murmur
          out of the darkness
          a glimmer 
          out of the murmuring
          a voice — my voice

and the shuffling swaying dance
          continues

and the murmured measured chant
          continues

Gradually

          between my outstretched hands

          a swirling nest of fragrant smoke
          a glowing web — first morning light on spider-silk
          a glittering orb of gold and silver flakes

and the shuffling swaying dance
          continues

and the murmured measured chant
          continues

and the pulsing glittering fire
          continues

Gradually

          out of the fiery web
          flakes fall

and the fallen flakes form
          faces          flowers          animals          trees 

and the sweepers come
          and sweep away the dusty flakes

and the sweet smoke swirls

and the images dissolve in dust

and a voice within me says:
Make no attempt
to grasp or hold this light

and the fire
          continues

and the dance
          continues

and the chant
          continues

and the sweeping …

__________
This draft for a new poem was written following a recent dream.

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