IN VELVET LISTENING

Wuji Seshat

1.

I heard Scarlet whipsers
And Gold renotes, mere echoes
From the cocoon of inherited thought
Traces of ideas crystaline

Imagined by Bards of other times
I heard threads from Infinity
Sutras from Divine canvases
Queenly gestures from Butterflies

Mantras of silk, and flower-ink patterns
In a cadence of alien symbolism
I heard poetry in motion, somewhere
In the stream’s motion, felt

The tide of Beauty perennial
On my eyes, as I lay below the bluest skies
I heard the future in the sound
The lightest snow made as it

Touched my eye-lashes
Skimming whitest inches down.

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