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We listened and we heard

in the space between us,

a small garden with many new things:


curving meridians and underworlds

and iridescent dreams,

shoulders to chest

like a liturgy.


One is when we are together

and Other when we grow,

so go into the night and morning.

The great wind in all its searching

has but one and holy globe.

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