of stories untold and bare in the bright desert
of your spherical stare
could eyes with such fog look into you and
fathom the unfathomable
gentleness which is returned
without question
it was your breath consistent in
the rule shattering music which brought us,
desperately seeking forgiveness
insight
This sweet and sour balm of your hand wrapped
around my heart
around my life
You have broken me into these
jagged and uneven pieces
the same hand of gentleness
the hand of destruction
and with your golden
precision
are now weaving
your luminous thread
building within me a temple for You
Your Will unhidden
Your Wish my aspiration.
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