It shakes the balance of days,
A strained pluck of the tightest string–
Her echoing chords ring like a dawn bell.
Flipped and perplexed…
In the upside-down world,
My hands on the aching boundary–
The sound of my cleaving breath,
To clear the air of spinning dust.
Concealed by oblivious affliction,
Striking loose the gems of fortune–
Given light from under the skeptic’s soot,
Radiant and accepting… wanting for me…
Her voice came to call.