dripping, ackeing, burning to a rithm
is it a dance? of disquicitive waters
wondering between two systems?
a thought,
a word,
a happening,
a state of grace.
to love, the unaltered, placed,
expressed in ways diverse
i'm the star's reflection
on a wavy sea.
i'm a light, formless,
drawing over time.
we are the world's eyes
looking at itself,
we are the world's hands
crafting itself
we are god's hands.
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