“love the ambiguity of the holy”

“love the ambiguity of the holy”

love the ambiguity of the holy

trickster in the seams

of the world. making all things shudder

at her passing, wondering just when his padded foot

will fall. howl and run off to make us see

what they’d been on about: the moon is quartered

and hung just so. lapping up the waters!

don’t flinch. don’t map the dark

bruises. bask in the light reflected.

memorize the feel of it, invisible

on your skin.

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