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En Caul

July 15, 2018

It’s a siren song

and I don’t think anyone’s ears

are tuned to it but mine

But I hear it

With everything in me

and a few things that aren’t

I hear it

I am drawn to the gossamer expanse

where the dance of light

plays tricks on my eyes

and I see heaven breathing

but at the sight of it I

cannot catch my own

Suddenly my skin is a straightjacket

and my feet are blocks of stone

I want to run to the barely there

and gather it in my arms

drape it across my shoulders

like wings

But all I can do is stand slack-jawed

at the spectacle of glory

bulging through

the razor-thin membrane

and pray I fall forward enough

to shatter it open.

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