one before water,
and five,
after.
but now,
I rest.
and still the thoughts of you
arise
like water from a dead planet
you exis
before
life startled you
into breathing,
you became
before being
and coming,
you were,
before I
laid my hands
on this dust
which makes you now.
and so
resting,
I realize...
all of this was done
already.
like running my hand over sculpture
the clay already
ready
to make me understand
all my work and effort
a dream of ideas
pouring
from
an unseen stream
your ceremony
awakening me from my own eyes
I Love You
Your Beloved
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