Clio came and went again – only her vapors linger
wearing cummerbunds from timeless dimensions
’round hidden heartstrings of past-life connections.
With blank scrolls unfurling her trumpet did herald
the steps to be set by the turn of the tide
tentatively testing our present intentions
to spin in a spiral or split side by side.
As the throng dances forward towards flames of the future
I pause behind wings to observe them move forth
and a tug and a pull and a gentle unlacing
drops mask, shoes, and costume for good at the door.
Yes Clio has come & gone once again
fame & fortune… and score…
so I launch in her wake
praying home’s distant shore
of secure unknown time/space reveals..
is it peace… or war games…
our creations birth for ???