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Jan 29
A rare steak with red wine
to rend with my teeth
to replace the shed iron,
to soothe the ache of my emptying body,
to rebuild the temple
in sateen and velvet,
to nourish the traveling soul who at last commits their divine Knowing
to divine Being,
to provide safe passage from There to
Here.
To prepare for the guest who may never appear.
Elizabeth Kelly
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