laying it in all proportions
east
and west
until I decide
which way
God will enter me
and then I turn
into a jungle
full of winged rain forest nets
which tumble and fall with the wind
delicate
sutures on time's belligerent struggle
to contain all perfection
and there I ly
whispering to God
how glad I am
to be broken
on this thin prayer
and how often I wish I were just
doing this
and how
easy it would be
to discard
the rest
of all those layers
of work
around this
little compass
which brings me
in
to
the
One
I Love You
Your Beloved
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