If only your senses
flare up your temper
a snap decision
scintillates like ember
and glistens like a ray of bliss
Some sort of inquisition
commence to bring your head to spin
Uncovered memories at the helm
of a seething sea of thoughts
Unavoidable intentions tied
in a string with knots
Golden lady,
You can´t lose your gleam, though
Forget me not
If only your senses
guide you short way hence
your persuasive intention
and great eloquence
are like incandescent gold that flashes.
**Inspired by Sun Ra's tune "The Golden Lady" .
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