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to lose sense of time looking into
their black eyes.

must they always be sore with neck pain?

purple stamen. dark, royal purple.

everything feels lighter in this room;

the lamps fess up:
We have fewer volts to carry now because of them.

seven yellow faces of God.
they proclaim,

We never stop faith-ing.

:::

other people are simply reflections of you.

make wedding vows with those you meet.

no! not really!

do not be literal, but say this inside:

"i met you,  for better or worse."

"i met her, in sickness and in health."

"i met him, till death due us part."

in your mind, marry everyone;

make a commitment with everyone---

family, friends, neighbors, strangers.

bond wholly;
like bubbles on top of bath water,

  and divorce any part of yourself
that does not serve you anymore.

:::

down the river.

i am one paddle.

You are the other;

my face is constantly

submerged and choking

against the current.

     i am perpendicular to my calling.

Your face is dry.

and it has been. and it will be.

at one point, You closed the door

on hoping and opened another to faith.

as cause, God's hand rescued Your searching

and placed you on the side of the Promise.

     You are parallel to your calling.

please tell me how to do this,

so we may both rest

while Love's current gently navigates

our days to an ocean we will someday

find.