I breathe him in on the edge of thin air

His shoulders arch in the proud symmetry of gods

breaking the world’s noise into creation

His skies turn silent with storms

As that thrilling melody runs throught the universe

Through his veins and

Into mine…

There’s space between our hands now

Because our eyes are opened into the force that births us endlessly

And gives meaning to time.

Purpose.

M.

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