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Came Bearing Gifts Of Uncertainty
‘
Were it the nature of the moon
to drop red into our eyes
see your fertile eternity
amidst this fracturing of truth
sweetened into colors too deep to drink
so far away next to memory
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There are these steady things
balanced between earth and orb
tidal needs ebbing and flowing
starlight running out into chaos
Perfect
and found living on earth
nothing truly cut out;
all that was
and is
Yes
that too
All that will be
.
Your constant of change
following these same clouds shapes
identical wind
as yesterday
same shallow grass
dry as tomorrow
our Absolute of Love
complete in its missing pieces
longing around fulfillment
.
Trees inhabit horizons
arms raised
others broken down
weeping as rain
worms and beetles
purchase a new world
in shades of forgiveness
and approach of winter
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