is larger than now, certainly
than angels, the heft of talismans,
any pain or truth,
and more miraculous than miracles,
the natural world that crawls
across a leaf, generosity, or illusions.
Seek no deadline for hope,
the counterpoint to time;
when placed side by side,
time becomes hope's predator.
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