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I Hear You
A fire
melts the frozen sky
into a rain of lullabies.
Clouds of silence part.
Buckets, upturned in godly hands
pour the art of Us.
My soul, indebted
to the seeds placed in her hands,
cupped,
let loose, and
spread
all over the land.
Roots would form,
expand:
Underground veins
carry earth's blood flow,
keeping the crimson planet of my
Heart
vibrant.
Look what has grown
from a shred
of allowance.
Of insurgency
against the urgency
that bled so many lovers
into premature puddles.
We are heaven and earth
together.
The one-winged angels
clutched to each other
for flight.
We are allowing,
just like the day
gives way
to the coming of night.
And if you look up
the truth is exposed:
that angels scribble constellations
and we get the sensation
of perfect prose.
That I didn't know
God's lips
spoke out beautiful girls
until I heard
His word.
Thank you...
