Page 47 - Holy Mother Carry Us FLIPBOOK
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MOTHER CARRY US
Make an altar there
Bow low and raise your brother there Kneel, pray, and redeem your sister there
See this realization: Until Love’s
River of still fire
Burns the intellect’s rigid box To ash
I am gray ash
I am the gray
The bland piercing malaise of stalling in the gray Keeps the Bond at bay, love at bay
For another day
And another day
And that day fuses with another day
And the speck of the life span Disappears into the abyss of:
I missed it
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