Love, Unreasonably.
The night is for this: To ready your bones For my Becoming. I have waited since Before waiting took time For you to finally Let Me Be.
Don’ t hope in Me, My sweet folly. You Are My Hope.
Let Me Breathe. Through your lips. Dance in your feet.
Listen. You speak so much Of My hands. Have you not seen? You are My hands.
I am the raw Light Coiled in your fingertips, The clay in your palms Still waiting To be shaped By your longing.
Don’ t you know- The Temple walls are your ribs now.
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