where-of about doubt in torrents come

There is nothing new that does not come of something already done -- there is nothing new with expositions of revelatory reflections. However the crux of the matter in this piece, which is a performance piece after all, is that 'its doubtless that silence was the beginning of revelation and its a revelation that silence is without doubt' which drips down with honey to 'silence echoes of eden where that first green is golden' which is a play on 'silence is golden' which is to say its cliche' but nonetheless a sweetness of Truth. Truth spills out of many mouths on their curious circuits toward Love: speaks in many tongues, licking the edge of a hush with the far-cry of a sigh -- 'you stare into the abyss long enough, the abyss becomes you" -- deep calls to deep -- these allusions dripping from my pen, again 'n again -- from the cradle of lost dreams to the cold hope of stars -- where a head-ache is mystic and the mythic licks at my heals -- a range of modalities that are shadows on the wall tricking us into believing they are real in how lonely-lost the writer does feel when assailed by the cold steel of doubt -- this Poet is writing songs that will echo down the halls of time in the play of light with the shadows, skipping darkly, glimmering divine -- and thankfully this Poet is not alone singing in the multi-verse ~