Glory

midnight sky

Longing nights and teary streets

My world does not stop and bends-

on its knees,

My closets are full uncried tears yearning to break

On the axis of things unseen

un-fleeting miracles, re-awaking singing bowls

Suffering and its religion

The fatty calf, rocks of honey

Eternity sleeps with healing in the trees.

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