Redactions

tiny distillations of experience from June

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Endless, the truth
compacted and condensed, immanent
its taste a kind of clarity.
       Yield.
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Dreams come
true; I arrange myself,
releasing what lingers.
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I encounter
the work of wonder;
my mind wanders
to pleasure, my whole self given over
       to connection.
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I’ve transgressed,
       said too much, been too much.
I know what comes next:
       myself planted in the heart of another, 
       creative partnership,
       friendship that can heal;
People who choose me whole.
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I woke
       and I pushed back
what had been building:
a hardness not right or good.
I cannot have enmity with you,
       wantonness.
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My tears of responsibility
pasted together a mountaintop flame,
a GOOD 
material life.
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I am not
       and never will be
unfavored;
my heart labors with
your relentless, restless regard.
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I am aware of God withholding
       his face;
But seen, I feel a magnetism
drawing my imagination,
what burns between us 
a truly holy fire. 

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