A whole sensate realm created at once
Leading us into some final rite.

This is a quiet utterance
Moving only with great gentleness and love
Small unobtrusive and immeasurable
It falters, then.

The urge to break and go beyond.
We get used to it.
Then break out unknowing, infantile and uncoordinated.
I am all so young inside.

Things shoot through in bright fragments
A last cold single light.
These fragments drip like bright powder.

I have lost the card and key
But am haunted despite
By rainbows, diamonds & myself
Light pouring clear, brief & winglike.



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