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of moments
left uncertain –
to the turning of a hand
are graces I was given –
I have want
to understand

who I am
a miracle
of everything and none
flawless imperfection
in this spirit
I’ve become

give me grace
unfinished –
no more
or less than I
to speak with truth
and tempt my soul
with sight

. . .