a state of grace

it's almost unbelievable
how long it seems to take
the slow descent into meaning
as the edges burn away and the sunrise
enveloped in inordinate innocence
shivers amidst the mist
a soft and supple verb
condensing in my skull
thought without form
speech without sound
without breath
without fear
without doubt


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