wander from ego to heart
connected to the night's electricity
going through the solidarity of now
gospel has scrolled it's deep weave into
the wicker of our action
leaving dew across language
and behind the lens
eyes create an alternative success
to quarrel with today
around me he is everywhere
looping holes wait to be filled
with the bone of my face
we entice (almost) some wild and cosmic thing
and make beauty local, graceful
sleek in the fields of touch.
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