UNTITLED 2
Behind the twilight of the bride
lay the mystery of creation
tangled in effigies of black and blackness.
Behind the twilight of the bride
lay the archaic Ana story
where birth, rebirth and death
dance the intermittent cycle anarchic
centred in the silence.
She curves waves
sombre in the lust of dance.
Angels and hierarchies tune towards
the near silence of unseen spaces.
There are others and more and more in prenativity.
Whilst the wind blows on the caves outside,
the magic till destiny do us
apart tangled inwards in.
Anonymous