when your escort has arrived, exalted
like placemarks
the air will swim with faces:


you will understand that i have kept my word
when you have recognized my voice and heard
my call, as panic overruns the rest who stand apart
you will know that i have come to see you home,
and fall behind my cherished guard


as softly as a fog unseen you take my hand
(as in your solid wake the faithful can)
and every fifteenth soul will ask
and come to know all secrets blanketed in tone,
before my guard in quakes of love
destroys each trembling sonic mask.




© 8 October 2006 / 10 August 2007, Sugarpie Rabbit Draft here
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SPR Note — FYI:

In addition to the above title, “untrammeled” was also added to _Odyssey_ this session. All content-modifications to SPR are, of course, detailed in the Updates Log.

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