“What is divinity if it can come
only in silent shadows and in dreams?”
–Wallace Stevens
even in day’s transparency
the divine’s pervasive nature
hides well enough
from myopic’s like me
even as glass in its clarity
bends light to shatter unseen colors
across a distant wall
the ubiquitous breathes unnoticed
even now as I write I think
of you somewhere other
than here where you’ve never been
extant only in shadowed dreams
the divine like desire resists
acquiescence in order to exist
(March 28, 2017)
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