Supernatural
Supernatural
You are who you are. Despite the fraught length of night and any dark distance seemingly impenetrable, light reaches out its ray, spreads its arms ever ready to embrace the stone, ever ready to dig deep into a heart. And you are. Even in the blindness, you see your share of promised light, sure as hope, sure as stars sprinkled, sure as kindness despite all death. You close your eyes and give in and remain open to joyous satisfaction in your imagery as created, as if your very branches may bend and know it clearly, that all intricacies of the universe in your cells go ever simple. As Love.
Published by Anti-Heroin Chic, 2020
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