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The Veil


Do not lift the veils

or tempt me with golden stairs

nor angels in shimmering splendor

I wish to dwell at this threshold

neither in or out,

in the space between breathing

...before reaching for new...

and leaving behind.


I hold time unnaturally bound 

in the muscles of my heart

pulled by a force yet unknown

endless horizons dawn in the distance

offering my soul's eternal unfolding


I am not afraid

just amazed and overwhelmed

the magnitude of this mystery

I now know without a doubt,

but can not explain.


I can only speak

to the depths of your eyes

and hope to share 
the arriving.



Jrm - October 1987





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