Everything is brilliance
and dust
and dying stars
on my doorsteps.
Shame and shining joy
war for coverage of my heart
and just for the night
I let joy win,
knowing shame is never far.
For now, joy's door
is easy to nudge open,
the setting sun holds it there,
a barge that pushes and ferries
my unkempt wildness
into wordless song.
In joy's light
everything is starling moments,
beginnings
and formless creation -
the root of me
sunken deep in the dark soils of time.
It is splendor -
uncontained,
wild and free
the dust of the Universe
breathed in through my
solar sun
and lighting softly
on the heart.
For now,
it is all that I am.
It is enough.
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