on any area of the body
watch as the unfolding of all
that we hold onto is fooled by
sweet eyes and divine talk
parting between my free mind and commited body
that i may blow myself out in the daylight
only to rise under the moon and roam
the grace of god circling me
everybody needs hands
no hand has broken
how we widen our gaze
we should think to ourselves
love like this is hard to find love like
this is in the way i feel
it's nothing here and now
i see myself coming
through the image of light
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