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It is so very easy
To open these veins
When love runs
Deeper than blood

The spaces in between
Claim to be memory and dream
Though I can feel the walls around me
Things are not as they would seem

Kaleidoscope skies
Pour from drifting prisms
Spilling crystal color
Onto a canvas of muddled grey

The sky is on fire
In the spaces
Between tree tops
Swaying to the
Orchestra of twilight

Moon's eye opens
I look at her,
She gazes back at me

I can't help but wonder
If she feels
A little lonely tonight

Such a lovely temple
At which to worship
Divine rituals
In sanctified flesh

We will beg for rain,
When it washes us clean

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