First Beach
The agency of touch
fell before you.
You receive it like warm lush rain
sinking ever forward
into your next terrain.
I am the blue bull.
the one who makes decisions.
I'm the careful surgeon.
The one whoe makes incisions.
Square my light into roundness.
Immerse all life into oneness.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2022
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