Come, and live

Oh, that I might dwell in translucence,

opaque in wonder for what might yet come.

My soul whispers

those words I most long to hear:

come, and live.


For merely ingesting the sting of this,

the hope of that

is no guarantee of learning the good,

the acceptable,

the perfect.

Instead, let no other respite, nor peace askew

nor eye askance deter from the goal:

to will but one thing.


“Come, and live.”



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