Wednesday, August 25, 2021

untitled poem

 (untitled)


Remember when divinity needed someone extraordinarily
beautiful in every way to slip into, to sort things out?
Remember when talking with the animals
was as natural as ordering Starbucks? It’s true,
it used to be so, and may be again;
if you join those who believe
it’s waiting, just past
the latest veil.
 

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