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circle me round
to infinite graces
guard me to strength
come heavy
the sun

trace with these hands
the lock –
and the leper
see with your eyes
make whole
as to one

I knew from the knowing
was certain
to find –
my ways
through the fields

held for a moment
in forests of green –
burned with a light
was your own
I embrace

. . .