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​...o the holiness of beauty ... flooding my eyes only so my heart can be lulled ashore by the......

.........beauty of holiness........
and then i should mention that somewhere with eyes wide shut.. in between every moment of me creating..... seeping....entwining...

dissolving...

am i being... created for a...love feast
rehearsed in heaven..........

to open up...

and swallow me on this mortal drop... to crown me with love, dress me in white and feed me with words...no language has heard..and just before i fall... leave in my hand a little stone as entrance to the ball.........