and into the face of pure love; she took me
where clouds surrounding our ascent
whispered into disappearing tunnels, all
leading back in. I awoke on the plain of grey;
corpses to the left and right, and in the middle,
a place for me. I stood beside it
a soldier for love; she pulled me in,
how we fell through the ages, one, if I can
grab on, two, if I can’t, three,
God help me fall through.
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