in a movement
is a gradation
the slipping shade
of a day interloping
reading an angle
from yet another
angle, detaching sides
from other desires
until sides become ribs
and these wings and
these metaphysical wombs
and sudden is rapture
more than application
it is the eve, the oeuvre
a manoeuvre of kindred
from light to darker
in a movement
here solace is captured
and god is silenced
for this is god
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