Mystify me
pull diamonds from the night black
and paint my lips
the color of forever
wave your hand across all this
and feed a hundred thousand faces
from a hummingbird’s beak
and brush the broken, bruised, and bare
from the tender of my eyes
into a pastoral landscape
of singing valleys
and deep green grass
catch her as she dives the final swan,
less form than release,
swaddle her in the sun
start all over again
then
maybe I’ll drop to my knees
swear a soul to redeem
and pray to your name
amen
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