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Archeology
1.
It is a madness where I dwell
deep within myself,
a place where some say
heresy resides.It is the archeology of me
wherein the Echo of the
Universe dances.2.
I do not turn You aside
or hinder as Creation yawns
a grand breath each dawn,
unfurls into every corner.I come to You an empty vessel,
a mosaic of broken pieces
composed from night’s release.Your golden hue haloes
a new beginning.I am yours in this every day
spring, your beloved,
as You are mine.
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