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.