he will take your wonder
and pour it out
like unowned stars
and tread upon them
as if
they were
shadow
instead
of
all you had
and it will take
a little bit
longer
for you to
reach back in
and let him
empty
all the ten -cent- grieving- decibel- screaming
but
that is
because
you are identified
with
how that mercy will come
when
his hands
have bent you
into some agile instrument --
all your alloy
like a gem,
and when you
let go
of the practice.
of
the sound.
somehow
the magic
of what you are
begins
to
live
I want you to know
that I am still holding back
who
I think I am
from One
who knows it all
and I am still
tentative
about
letting
the alchemist's giant tongue
enter my esophagus
but I
want
with all my heart
the mercy
that I cannot give myself
and he,
knows how
to
give it
I love You
Your Beloved
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