The time it takes falling bodies
to ignite in atmospheric reentry,
the internal space it takes
for a heart to beat,
the smile that comes
before recognition's deed,
the touch that shares
a common sky at commingling skin,
the cry that surfaces
brought forth from the deep within,
the whys that tender minds
splice together to mean,
the woeful soul
where emotions fail to water the seed,
the thought reality-weavers seam
beyond the initial dream,
the breath that involuntary trustees
brandish as their faith,
the care that radiates
as a shower of attention,
the spirit that silence chauffeurs
as reverence for the unknown,
the voice that carries inwardness
behind intonation in a song,
the be that displaces nothing
while filling everything,
the know gifting-wrapping the present
with orientation and cause,
the source, disrobing experience
to reveal the naturalness
of the void,
the key, as a stepping-stone
for thought that feels alone
in searching,
the divine cause,
for looking back,
to see ecstasy as the cause,
and, of course,
the end . . .
to which conclusionaries disrobe
to bask in the all . . .
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