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our hearts are the bones of god,
remnants of divinity laid gently upon the landscape,
waiting to be noticed, cradled gently in our arms
and shared with each other
strong, with marrow of beatific joy

our bodies are the fields on which the light of love shines
and life is reactive to the light,
we glow ecstatically in our embraces
we burn trails of memory in blue, red, and yellow
our hopes flower, turning into the sun
out of the dark we rise
and sink like exhalations back into it at last.
who will shine with us?

I am full with voices that leap and dance, await their turn to flash into the air and sing
every note is the future climbing into the small holes we're equipped with, every future is the present threaded with our hopes, and all things vibrant with the pressure of time
who will tend the mysteries that crowd into our ears? who will voice the whispers of eternity?

if not us, who? they said
and suddenly in exhausted rapture, I was listening

no more todays can bear our ignorance
every thing that was yesterday is lit when we close our eyes, and shines back at us when the sun sets at last and our bodies prove that no more tomorrows can be avoided

i listen to you

Date: 2004-07-05 08:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gesture23.livejournal.com
It is unusual, the way tasting your words often makes me feel.
Thank you for being a voice that reminds me of what I admire.
xo,
s

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