oh the eagles of aroma
they fly
up into an innermost overlooked sky
so much space up there
of otherworldly tenderness
the guardians at that door
fall down,
smothered in grace
it is a garden of bliss
offering the doggedness of celestial poise
no particulars there
to block the expansiveness of bloom
for this sky is filled
with widespread embodiment
and I am in the rapture of this
as an inward embrace . . .
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