Conductor, charged
Energy energy passes from the statue imbued in the light reflecting off its side falling across your face charging you with grace filling your soul with ache till you wail the sound of it all the pound of it all on the drums and the moment passes faster than you ever knew it to do, and you dance oh, how you dance, beside the temple into the street, joy and tragedy merge into lanes of traffic, one single impulse of action to see, to feel, to become, the light that fades when we all are gone. Will the sun rise on our temple when we’re gone? ©2024 @StaceyBattlestheWorld
