Being Alive


Finding Ones way
Being alone?
             sometimes it works      
We seek clear paths where the light shines  
sometimes it is dark
either way , the crawling
supplicants never know
that what they need is to
Stand up and walk      
resting in the flowing silks  
coursing through
the stamens and sepals
of her alabaster neck

who shall say it ? who shall cry it      who shall sing?
words of laughter ,
pealing across the firmament  
be mine forever more

Stay, look again
at those things I carved
see what We found  .
Take Us inside      

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