Dancing Ray

by

Frank Valentyn

My son, my son
where I was once intentioned
fragile bough, vector to your budding
how solitary this awareness now
cloudlets in distant scudding
glances of imperfect recollection
condense, then sublimate
tears, laughter, re-inspected stances
attitudes towards attitudes of inclination

My son, my son
all separates in this dream's continuance
to confluence again in different ways
fresh tributaries and dancing rays
exploring the unknown familiar
to there illuminate or tenebrate
shade, shadow or enlighten
may, in those many futures of guided choice
my own spark sometimes brighten

My son, my son
time is simply notion
a motion of the infinite sustaining variation
to realise in overtones of eternal transience
urge of primeval cause in dances within dances
where all our I's are singularly indivisible, ringing
oneness within a self-whole changeless changing
all fractal endings birthing new beginnings
love in all its timbres, resonant, singing in sinless sinning

For Alex

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