wait. Breathless. No more asking, that’s for Christmas shopping lists.
Here, Its no need, no gravity pull, no demand to demand. Speechless, open wings curled in blades, this unimaginable event, a dying into freedom from that clutch of human indifference
See thru the skin of eyelids – the Face of One Who never turns away. Here, perfect Love, the only outcaste – Fear.
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