Harmonies aglow with tonal
soubriquets infused in places
closed, unusually to words, it
is accord embraced in sacred
space; therein an inner man,
a grey chimera of your passion
fused, a singularity whose shape
attests, aloof and free, it claims
You’ve mind to say tho’ silence
is a grateful truth in unity and
tone, within this miracle of
solitude I’m not and never been
alone – duplicates arraigned
can only make a fool of me
© 27 May 2011, I. D. Carswell
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