in the afterlife of the sky
at the edge of wild abandon
waiting for my wings to dry
stars fall out of the sky
the mind drifts in strange directions
the deep dream resurrects
the essence of my pilgrim soul
miraculous enough--
amen amen...
drunk on what I am not able to receive
I try to cross from what I feel
to the wisdom of ecstasy
of thee I sing
my breath a clot of words
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