threshing angel, this is a song for you
as i have seen my mirror image within your eyes- aqua blue
(twenty five and wise)
an urgent amalgamation, where the truth is to separate
and i, from the ore, emerge as permanent--
and purge from the higher metals
the faceless base, and let it to the ground;
but allow it life within me, as character and sound
boundlessly, as a token of a process complete
and sweetly, like within a locket, to compete never again
with the higher architecture-- of metals, saints and men.
there is no purpose going through life restrained:
the future cannot be lost,
only gained.
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