understanding –

painters, poets, and prophets;

any other

day these would do – But

not Today we

have a flood in the Basement, the

mice are afraid

and we carry Our Lantern

into the Mist – what

Creatures survive

at Your Altitude? Are

you the Worse for Trying? – Who

will duck

your Fastball?

Ruins leavened with genocidal Fury

hold Up their hands

to Us -- “Honor

us

with your Prayer and

We will

warm Your Heart” – ancient Stones

warmed on the Hearth; here

We can obtain a Sincere

Infusion of sheltering Embrace – Our

eyes

moist with Expectation

We surrender

to Our Spirit, hands Mingling

in the half-light --

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