Dance Of The Turtle Doves

Beat, drum, rhythm.
Communion before platonic form.
Twists, flanks, ruffles.
Drummed up storm.
Echoing and amplifying.
All that went before.

In Xanadu’s palace,
A floating nest is built.
Alpha is brought to Omega
On that run to a sunless sea.

A mutating blast
Forever changing the world.
Butterflies flap wings.
Existence proven.
I remember.
Therefore I am.