this string of love
this silly wicked laugh ensemble
of what is right and what is wrong.
Haven't I ever told you -- the truth lies between
the black and white -- it's a connector.
And I, am connected to you my
sweetheart, Beloved
my new friend, ancient one,
sage and Holy ghost
I have tripped on an Empire
and sat up shirking in the night
velvet poses, orange synagogues
the love of nature pouring through my robes
until I was led out --- where stars hold service
Right in that wild open and they invite anyone -- who can hear that God is Love
God is Available to You, My Love
Your Beloved
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