A Priori

A Priori

       faith pulls me up again
       for every turn away
       the turning back begins
       like this but darker
       flat as an ocean
       sleeping above me
       then the mirror language
       evolves around me
       words lost
       as they are spoken
       instantly forgotten
       the infinite unknowing
       cloud river threads my mind

       I cross from here to there
       masked to fit perception
       my fabric destiny
       billows across the granite ridge
       caught between the branches
       the thought of floating off
       does
       softly whispered
       the wish to see
       graceful turning
       the end of me

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