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It is a place set aside, made over,
where two worlds touch
as one acknowledges the other.
To go there is to dwell
for a moment that never passes
but contains time out of time.
It is a locus of worship
in visionary space
built and enclosed,
In a room, in a garden,
or in the mind
where Rhiannon lifts her veil.
There is revelation, enchantment
when she rides through forests fair
and so here where the song
Of her birds is clear far out
over a singing sea, yet close:
encompassed in liminal space.
Rigantona 