Soul

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by sumatsuki

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a very personal piece, that came to me during a visit to the aquarium,together with a poem by

Rodgerblue

inspired by the piece <3
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They had set the stage well as I walk through the darkened corridors,
to the places behind thick glass and rippling waters.

Like a race memory I'm immediately pulled into a fugue,
a fever dream of haunting shapeless memories
that tantalize and refuse attempts at clarity.

It overlays dream layered upon memory upon the tableau,
before me a fusion of menagerie and stagecraft.

A slice of the world of the unseen wild ocean depths,
now bespoken to my troubled muse,
as the starlit shapes flood my mind,

Circling and cycling within the flow of the great wheel,
celestial beings drawn by the great tides flow.

A wheeling dance to the music of the deep places,
turning and turning in beautiful gyre,
towards the light turning ever tight.

In becoming the stuff of dreams we take our true forms
sloughing away the crude matter of the flesh, the bone, and the wrongness.

Thought becomes self and the stuff of being,
now shifting with memories of selves gone past,
and seeing ahead future destinations.

We all gather towards the center to dream as one,
shedding all that divided us and retaining only love.

An ocean in the dark, to contrast our light,
in void formed layers folded and turned,
the unknowable given shape as our star stuff shines into infinity.

There, the shimmering schools, soulmates all,
shifting in endless murmurations and variations.

Through this, my hand seeks my companion beside me,
a fellow shimmering minnow spun near yet far,
we turn and dance with eachother till the next life.

We shall meet again.
My heart, my beautiful soul.

And then, I come too, and wonder at what I saw.
Was the memory real? Or perhaps a dream?
All that I know, it has returned to bitter reality.

But I know now, that it is, in truth,
a temporary disposition.

For we turn within the gyre,
for we dance upon the great wheel,
for we move in the circle.

Shimmering in the night, we are souls,
what amazing profundity.

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