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and through
each one beginning
as velvet lines
to tempt the sky
as pause was come
for comprehending
– where my wisdom
waited now

have you life
or have you pardon
to give of me
the same
sweet ways
as breath became
our will for sharing
of lifetimes more
than choice to stay

I’ve followed you
tho not so close –
and left no signs
to understand
altered proof of my existence
as lines were crossed
of heart
to hand

. . .