OUT OF AN ORANGE SUN
Sweetheart so plagiarized,
how I watch from here,
as your light networks
matrix of love
from everywhere.
As by degrees, you get clothed
in forsaken threads of Maya’s
forbidden and ongoing strings
of incoming outgoing things
as sandcastles near the sea
beloathed but once beloved
fail to dust, again.
Even the greatest castles of sand
are washed away by watery hands
Don’t you know, that beneath
those remnants of
second-hand belief,
you stand
so brilliantly still,
naked in rise and fall
a light within ocean and land?
Behind and before,
Will you listen
to the divine whispers
of an angel’s shore?
those remnants of
second-hand belief,
you stand
so brilliantly still,
naked in rise and fall
a light within ocean and land?
Behind and before,
Will you listen
to the divine whispers
of an angel’s shore?
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