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Just for me--
These moments are just for me
Poetry and art
Ask me to tell the world—
To speak of
The blinding thresholds of insight
When the spirit
Like a dove would land on my finger
And smile
But the smile of death is all I can feel
And the suffering
Where no wisdom or dove will comfort
The dead
Or rebuild the house or make right the wrong
Alone I sit
With the battered dove