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Justthissideof sleep

I know the psalms
each word by heart
written somewhere
tho I’ve forgotten why
love resounds
the best of me
without a note to play
I dare not sing
unburdened bliss –
I give away
the truth
becoming more
than ever someone else
someone still
could say
how it is you made of me
something more than words
something more
within each sweet

. . .