Beautiful.
How is it possible that when the divine sets foot On human skin, or behind sentient eyes We shudder first, and then submit My life hibernates inside my life Waits until these bones start singing Or can move with greater ease My heart invokes the larger heart Dives into calamity and joy with an equal fire Abstains from nothing, ripens and ignites This road reveals the road beneath The dust and delicate arteries of the soil A destination that rests in every step Below the hearth, the desperate clay Lays seeds inside my body, marks the seasons Like the promise of a pulse, like poison I long for you, you are the night Your coarse, incredible stone of a life Implores me, churns my breath into belief |
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