What matter I sit,
one lone star blazing in darkest firmament.
I know no other radiance.
I see me from afar and know my bounds.
What matter I sit.
They call it love.
I distrust that much flipped word.
Grace. Mercy. Companionship.
Three arrows from the quiver of the Divine
shot full through my heart.
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Images--matter, sit, love, see me, distrust, flipped, grace, mercy, companionship, arrow, quiver, divine, shot full, heart--what they mean to you, what they mean to me...bring us together, separate us...me, you, separate? together? What do I create? What do you create?
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