days become fragile

days become fragile

in a weeping hush

colored breathing takes me

into oblivion and beyond

into discernment

jaded immaculate

can stars move through

the marrow of bones

alienating flesh from commonness

can sleeping temptations

bring ease to the spirit

acknowledging desire as a gift

i feel god as a central vortex

loving simplicity

weaving all with intricacy

a painted understanding

supreme in its honesty

unforbidden

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