Do we remember poetry and desire, come eternity?
embrace old rhythms of green and lingering life,
a brilliant blush,
a fired heart—
listen to this blue salt ocean, Fool,
the angel said,
magic lies here, there, all about and after
it dances and laughs, surrounding you like perfume–
go breathe peace and heal
I’m in the midst of crazy writing and editing. The Oracle knew just what to say. I added some punctuation. I hope she doesn’t mind.