Analog Soul: The Truth Is Now

On this, the quiet side of tomorrow
A masterpiece beyond midnight
Emerging from its veil
Of pale moonlight
As past in present in future, awaits
The mourning light
Starring as the choir of Now
Springing unending understanding
Of the truth spoken here
In spontaneous combustion
Of space & time becoming
One. When the song is ended & segued
Into the air, I shall hear their voices
As I did the first time many
Beautiful moons ago, alive
In the distance
In the rain of analog soul mutating with the sound.


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