must the tree Rise, Taller to the ground we creep -lower dream of hands reaching, stars tumbling, down diamonds heaped at my feet
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surface caress the veil learn to move the night -nearing lift your legs stars shift -into and towards the wind there floats the letter written to self sent, by God alone. (Day Four White Sands)
Nobody here
I heard an atheist say the name. Quivering lips. Forming without a source of energy gathering essence from earth. God is a galaxy. Distance shortened by a heart as close as the ant below the feet. His name. Erupting from a place unknown. It startles. Who placed these thoughts?
