The Ripple Effect
One Black Shackle constrains her right hand
Left advances, since
Right shuns imperturbability
and Cloud abducts cognition.
HIS Raindrop suggests Amelioration
“One Drop, Ninety-Nine Ripples,” it screams
yet One Black Shackle tightens to provoke
an undeniable urgency within her
to stay blind.
self-defeat. self-pity. self-all-of-it.
her head falls, her eyes meet the now-chain
Alas,
One Black Shackle has been bestowed a companion:
One Silver Shackle
“No,” HE corrects, she has been bestowed a herald.
One Silver Shackle in its delicacy reflects
the undeniable light shining through Raindrop
“One Drop, Ninety Nine Ripples”
“One Drop, Ninety Nine Ripples,” She repeats
She lets the light dilate her eyes
Skewed vision, but it is vision nonetheless
Still, hesitation befalls her
Her head bows once more
Enter One Gold Shackle
Array of Light follows
She now comprehends.
“Not shackle nor constraint. Black, Silver, and Gold Adornments.
Time is not to be spent dwelling.
Time is to be spent spreading The Message
In recognition of Black, Silver, and Gold.
One Drop of my Time
Yields the reflection of the Ninety-Nine names
of The Creator
One Drop, Ninety-Nine Ripples”
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