Resurrection
Blink the pennies off your eyes
and dream of resurrection;
the kaleidescope cross shifts,
Implodes, bursts open in visions
our desire runs after
but doesn't trust to touch.
Trust. Touch. Live
again like never before.
And if there's mourning around your tomb,
wake the grief up
and make it breakfast.
It's time to go to work
on our joy.
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