322 – Blessing (Doubt)

Blessing (Doubt)

Take this hand to your lips
kiss-whistle across its emptiness
Your own song of want
and sorrow your tongue touching
the haggard edge of All that is
Real salted iron blood
taste it and know that I Am

Peer out the ragged eye
A thousand camels pass through
Linger the long knowing
of your touch, each finger held
in the absence test the depth of All
you’ve never and always known

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