It’s all Greek to me
on a humble escape
stumbling home.
A cave of
sightless allegory,
yet Spirit
fondly overheard.
Wind sings sweetly
of sound wings
carrying the Songbird.
It’s held in vase —
service to the listener
takes notes on how to fly
over & then with her.
The Wild pines to lead
conical lines
where ancestors
usher in Love.
Love found
hand to hand
with friend
igniting ceremony
signing Music began. 🏺
[inspired by Ghosts of the Forest,
Greek Theatre, 4/19/19,
Los Angeles, CA
& Plato’s Allegory of the Cave]
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