I cannot describethis moment  finally free

of definition


in this spare hour of

examination  I have

lost my mindfulness


blue sky greying to

grace   gratitude  I never

not believe in you


the graceless boot of

warring men coil taut shiny

hard president’s men  


a small regatta 

of thoughts keep me from the shore

saints fall from the sky 


you unlock my true

mission  remove the splinter

from my eye  pardon


only dust and lost

birds fly over the mountain

I climb without love


there are faint moments
few and far between  when you

see the open path


nocturnes surround her

liquid luminescence  her

lips of love still wet


welcome him to the 

open sky  the tower of

his song   ascending 


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