the voice of love-
a sound breaking through
unimaginal silence-
transcends sublunary distinctions,
unearthly music unfolding like petals,
soaring up
through the great rose window of my soul
toward the pleiades,
the mezzanine of jasper and topaz and amethyst;
a muezzin's voice,
a poet's voice,
a choirboy's voice before it has changed-
ghostly, virginal, remote,
cool as a spring of living water.
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