Life, this Sphere — Infinite —
Death enshrouds the Paradox —
Its surround not a vestment,
But the skin of an Aperture,
Pulled — Taut — to an aura of Soul’s
Form — confused Heaven —
Lit and ecstasied by you — This book
By my hand. This flower that I hold
In my hand, in the shock of your Life.
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