nature triangle

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I pushed the split halves of your face together           
as if in the cracked chrysalis of flesh,gone, long gone,
I could still find you,          
the lucent beam,the unmade aperture still shining in the dust before you were born





Blessed who trains my hands for fingers ,
gloom cuts your months ;
standing between earth and hand











Time sinned the lord.
people are almost stone.






























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