all things god and toxic

if you could create yourself

over and over and again

you, the flower, blooming and

re-blooming under the silver sun

or the match: struck and lit, struck and lit

struck — hello, fire and fire again —

and if you could bring one rule with you

the loyal partner in this patient roundabout

that silk thread running an infinite cloth

in the story forever and ever told

could it be love?

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