God

No—moving joints make possible what eyes catch between.

You—dry soul running through infinity catching
God—the briefest of moments—in your drunken wake.

And say yes—gently manumit her from your path.

We are—vivid and trembling moments awaiting
scandals—the lightest of occasions—to love and wear us.

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