Creation

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Entanglement and distance hint at something underneath
That binds us each to everything and validates belief
In ways that can’t be measured or confirmed.


Will you
Pin a poem to a tree then let it ride the wind?
Dip a brush and paint the greys,
Dance your story on a stage?
Or is it safer to be chained
Than free?


So with a word the numbers tumbled outward, into space unravelled
To make a place where love could come to live.
And with a breath, the whole began to turn…


This I promise:

My love will mist the mirror
And make you whole again

My love will mist the mirror
And I will take your pain

My love will mist the mirror
And bring you home again.
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