anything worth keeping ,is worth keeping secret

its when
all of the eyes of the close circle are closed,
and when
the graceful tones are unfolded
unto the ascended hallways of the never answered but always heard, that
the dancing flicker finds its footing
and flirts
just outside the firmly clamped lids of the faithful.
its the instant,
that the space enchanted by the hidden,
levitates to an outside,
an other than its origin, that
the open ended arousal of ability, stakes its claim
fertile on a foundation of secrecy.
its called on by the echo of the forgotten intent.
once summoned,
its name adds letters and forgets its own diminutive.
it asks nothing for its company,
but demands the most severe of  silence.
It can not be found,
formed or forgiven and encompasses itself,
filling in the area around any act
thats' unaware of itself.
even the betrayal burning in these words,
admit to an evacuation from its existence.
sneaking,
behind the admission in these bundled together marks,
it lies dormant, awaiting the revelation again of its
own concealment.