Poetry

Tempered

from the stars and the heavens,

there has been light cast

by infinite power stretching

to some height

beyond conception of

what is real or right —

there is no way to know, it is

only to be felt by bones.

but

there is heaven in

soil and water;

there are temples of God

and angels,

and places to speak to

demons of your own and

make peace,

hidden

in the softest crevices of the earth,

hidden in the wind.

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