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it is you transfiguring the gray that lights us; jewels in my eyes, parts of bone, splinter, feather ginkgo, goose,- a wish for flight tho flesh be gone. so we will wish it know it pain & sweetness of it, an ideal we dismantle to fill the hole of want & of what be left of time measure minutes, the unfair ticks of eternity, the second opening to glimpse mortal body, beauty of no words to say it & language of all we'll have to hold to the inaccuracies to allow the unfinished theology embodied in this space of thought that attracts/ detracts in a simultaneity we know not what to call. all I could say in a whisper - god bless you. |