deciphering

on top of my words, the sky
blue grey red gold above
through which I see beyond
the starts burning points that rule
the ever present void that fills it all

below my words this rock that holds me
and all the in-betweens that we can forge
the marvels that haunt and excite
the worlds our eyes mouth thoughts ears
cast again and again and again

around my words so much more that I
than the me that fabricates with words
the hide-and-seek weaver
just close your eyes and step in
out of the magic spells I conjure

inside my words there's a vaster realm
the likes of which only the universe
the naked rhythm that sways
drums and trumpets and cymbals
plus the notes from the sunset.

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