The body aches for what it wants,
It's flesh's combustion,
Sparks in the dark,
Momentary lights,
The mundane in a rumble.
A short lived balm, worn by night.
The soul aches for what it wants,
It's amorphous growth,
Truth in resurrection,
Speechless glimpses,
The divine in stillness
An eternal surrender, always to one.
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