Spent the morning revisiting the work of Arthur Russell
inspired me to write the following words.
World of echo
It should not be a crime to be sad
eternities music at least releases a smile,
deep but unbroken, love returns
moving round in everlasting circles,
catching our revolving reflections.
Melancholia always has a place
flickering in the day with grace,
making noises of sustainment
generating light to break the pain,
before escape becomes infinite.
Alpha is past, Omega is future
lovers breeze continues to serenade,
garnered from a myriad of stars
to kiss and awaken sources within,
a world of echo will keep on calling.
