The Sky that Harbors
Heaven
into the
homeless
state
the lines
of poets
move
not hardened yet
into belief
& other acts
of cruelty
their voices
lost to us
signal a silence
sure as death*
& louder
even now
I hear
& treasure
like a cry
the greatest
cry
is silent
as the wise man
says
& turns
facing
the future
still behind him
mysteries
we love
only because
they break
the world
apart
enough to let
the faintest
light
shine through
the sky
that harbors
heaven
is no sky
the darker world
enfolds it
waits there
mindlessly
until it swallows
mind & body
leaving scarce
a trace
behind
once &
for all
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