(A lone voice whispers)
Blessed be.
Velumbound.
Close your eyes.
To everything else.
Listen to this.
In total silence.
In semi-darkness.
Can you hear.
My sultry, tempting voice.
As the only noise.
Hear these magical words.
You have no option now.
There's no going back,
Yumbarto.
Kilgarruti.
So its dulcet tones can run.
Their sinewy, hypnotic octaves.
Up and down your now shivering spine.
In waves.
Yumbarto.
Kilgarruti.
Are those goose pimples.
On your now-on-edge skin.
Appearing.
As your soul.
Opens its front doors and gleefully.
Beckons me.
In.
When these final words are found.
Yumbarto,
Kilgarruti.
Blessed be.
Velumbound.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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