oh saint clarity, won't you sit and keep watch with me
over those who weep and watch and wake
in this unslumbered night of clattering possibilities
resting between my lungs and me is the steady beat of the i am, i am, i am
and i have been, i have been, i have been
nearer to you than my skin could've known
settling just beneath the synapses
like pulses, steady and ready to quick fire
we are here in the uneasy newness and nowness of every waking moment...
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