The painters came here
to deliver a message from God
No, they did not
these deserts are a
kiss from a lover who will not leave
who vowed his heart to
the scarab's magic and the wind's caress
In this starlit space
we see each other
not just you and I but
all our selves, yearning explosions of life
I dance on the cosmic
ground and hold all I know of you
The curve of beauty is
everywhere
golden seams and quartz
melodies
there is no perfect
there is no one and same
Somehow I am still
alive in this madness, singing
and in the question
came the answer
and in the journey came
the home
and in the paradox came
the embrace
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