A Poem for The Cauldron
 

The dust runs in circles
Exiled by the rhythmic drumming of water
From these pipes that make up my shower

Moments delivered to memory
Reality sets in
Walled against the vast expanse

Oh, the playa does strange and magical things
Fire, dancing among the mortals
Mortals, dancing among the fire

Of the many spirits that graced the populous
One touched me more

attraction
reverence
joy

Fashion whatever words to form this feeling
The fact remains

A thread, a river, a torrent of my existence
Is yours for the shaping
For you touched
Me

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For Kiki

Paolo
6 September, 1999