I feel every inch of my body and skin

My mind, like the air, is slow and thick;

What is too long in the moment,

Anything that I am with

Would to every sensibility seem to stick;

I would move a slower rhythm

That my breath might follow suit,

Any cover to come near me

Would need be soft and light and loose

And exertion would find no acceptance

Only justified excuse

For a long and cool and shady kind of treat.

Yet I fight the same engagement

On this day as any other

To find God and soul and prayer

And maybe sister or a brother

As a subject or an object,

The intention of a lover

For the journey that does not change

Despite the heat.

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what turns emptiness

from an asset before the fullness of grace

to a longing liability in a larcenous place

where one takes what one needs

and then makes all the space

that is required by a ravenous heart?

why it is vanity

that has all which it could envision

and then reaches for itself in each moment’s decision

to stand steady before any rank or division

that would conquer it’s ability to start

shining as the light of creation,

brimming with its own expectation,

longing for some spark of sensation,

to avoid the experience of the dark.

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