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"almostness remains"
to love
is to almost—believe,
to lean into the air
as if it were solid,
as if it would hold.
(we never know)
the ground beneath us
if promise,
or illusion.
the hand reaches—
not quite touching,
the word forms—
not quite spoken.
love lives here,
in the fracture,
in the pause
between certainty
and silence.
we call it devotion,
but it is closer to
a trembling,
a throb,
a rhythm unfinished.
to love
is to almost—
and in that almost
we believe.
.
The superlative profundity of
The superlative profundity of your poetic vision and verbal skill are well on display in this remarkable poem.. I am always awasg in waves of awe when I read your poetry.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
Awash in waves of awe I
Awash in waves of awe I stand,
Your words like tides reshape the sand;
Each line a current, fierce yet true,
That pulls the heart and carries through.
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Thanks, and please forgive
Thanks, and please forgive the typo that I did not catch before posting.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
We catch 'em sooner or later.
We catch 'em sooner or later. But typos are sometimes cute as well. I didn't see it if you didn't.
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