Echo

I am the daughter of another place and another time. Rhyme schemes produce themselves from my lips with echoes of the sublime. I am finding a new passage. Dark waters drip from my flesh like the music of the spheres is all I am about to have left. Who might I trust with this elemental combustion? I am the seduction of the muses. I choose to be me because it pleases thee. I am wading in water now up to my chest. I remember all I am about to collect. I have purpose on this Earth and I am wasting not one breath. Please direct my steps.