In Transition
Vox, like a frightened sound, moved me…
sounding like the demons leaving.
Tore at the fears of my soul.
I can’t fear those things, I know.
(But) phoenix moved me most when she’s in flight.
Ignited pyre, consumed in flames of light.
That’s the way I am.
It’s just the way we are.
In transition for the moment… here and now.
Repeat the cycle out of ashes.
It’s the moment of transition.
Passing from life to death to birth -
the death of love, the birth of life.
The keenest sense of mourning loss of time.
Letting go of hours is a crime.
Feeling the change, seeing the score,
we’ll come lately, never more.
Don’t explain or justify.
Define and mourn but just don’t cry.
Fashion is two people that keep living.
Justice never sees to it they’re giving.
That’s the way I am.
It’s just the way we are.
In transition for the moment… here and now.
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