Opera - with audio

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There comes next the steady roar of the great falls within
Seldom seen, seldom engaged these days
That underground river, from the aquifer of creativity
A force from which I came and to where I go

Until that day there is a shadow of such
Here in this life, most wondrous of opiates
That bathes the soul and takes it to the heights of Orion's country
Then plunges down through the fiery earth's core
In the sun's flares and the ocean's green and blue depths

You are loved, constellation of this constitution frail
To you many visit and are captured all in all
By your flames, heroes live and die in the heat
Then carried with the vapors, we rise again
With wings that do not wear out or fail
Even while in the bonds of fleshy sanguine clay

What can vanquish you that plays the human soul
With your caressing torrent of sound, song, colors, lights, blood and emotion
Leviathan, Gaudy Beast, Opera is the wrong name for thee
For you are not the stilted thing that some suppose
By those sleepy authorities who propagate your Via dell'Amore

Resounding with the force of life in the deepest heart of man
Your name can only be uttered in dreams and cannot be recalled in waking
A Lunar whisper from behind the Northern Lights
To call us back to the creation of all things, raw and untamed
'Til the spinning pulsars cast the soul back at speed of light to ourselves once more.

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This Opera thing, must surely be some foretaste of a glory
Yet to be revealed and beyond the realm of the known cosmos.
When I first heard Luciano Pavarotti, and Leontyne Price,
I thought heaven must have opened and I was hearing the voice of angels
come down upon lowly humans.