pale sun rises, and then transcends the world
washing it inside-outside with purest pallets of hue
smell spirals upward, a covey of doves –
strong summer scent of dew-strewn grass
crushed by a hundred fervent bare feet,
clean, cleansing, cleaner sweat of each individual “together”;
in the close distance, highest deep voices rise and blend –
angels? here, a blur of
self, of bodies and minds and more mercurial spirits;
each nothing without that they , and they
nothing without the each of them…
a little closer to heaven than in the before
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