Give it up for the turn
Stepping Sideways
Making Anew
Drive it home

Luck, it Draws me in
calls me by name
The bow placed Gently

gently against the breast of
the High string

She Sings
He Sings
It Sings!

The Glory of its Make
Praised to its proper

A Creature like US
though Not the Same
the awe of the Golden Circle
The Light warm and dazzling
caressing the face

This Beautiful being
this being of
Epic Proportions

Eyes dripping inspiration
Lips caressing ineffable majesty
with every Step
Greatness in every Breath

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