An evocative transmission on the intoxicating, transcendent, yet tragic power of language and intimacy as a refuge from external chaos.
(A lone voice whispers)
Do the right words have a strange, hypnotic way of making the mind's hips
Slowly sway
Opening hearts to beat in unison
As spiritual arms embrace one another
While the waking world burns
As each word is received
To relight a new red candle
Lit but forever cursed to yearn
For more
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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