like a favorite pen
I paint my candles on the cobwebs (with)
holding my own eyes open
to see the singe of new light
as I aspire
to become
what can never be
doubted
so it is
you have become
the instrument
through which I whittle
all my useless ideas
into one
stark magnet
of the One
and so
I break all promises
and pedestals
and free lance idols
with indifference
for I know
that all
this foolery
is still
the Path to God
I Love You,
Your Beloved
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