Can't remember the last time I belonged in that wholehearted way gave myself over except perhaps to you sky may I for as long as humanly possible exist with my head in the clouds shooting the breeze while marvelling at your depth of field present in mind and body held ever so slightly caressed and at night your patterns press upon my closed lids pry open dreaming your Scythian eye doesn't scorch but casts light deep inside a lantern searching for the night creature pondering darkness among sleeping lilies in her garden falling toward infinity gazing into an uncharted presence as you coax life back into its endless forms the veil in your belly rips open with birdsong pure joy another day arrives a promise you keep without batting an eye once more I entrust myself to you parachute riding on air yours if you will have me for the keeping.
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Express, baggage and all...
PoetryObjects in the mirror are closer than they appear... Just when you think you've put something behind you for good, you look back and find it trails you like your very own comet's tail, lighting a path through the dark. Reading through these pages...
