To ease away from my own brokenness
I am beyond the level of existence
a petal deveined from one flower,
day after day is done, hour after hour
I am mortal and take to my ground
species of understanding, diversity of trust
behind the guise of granite shadow
and fill the space with art, not icons
because the glare is unobtrusive,
a beckon for disquieting muses,
God, if I have to go through this again!
I can lapse into many winters
without an ounce of sleep, staid and reserved,
Boiling continents will melt my barriers
polish my pearl austerity
and bring my mountains to the sky
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