oh i’ve heard it all and
weighed it well
as i’m well on my one-day way
(and you are too, soyoushouldknow)
to seeing Forever for myself
when time stands still and
faith meets sight,
scales as skewed as circus mirrors
falling finally from my skylit eyes.
this world offers but quiet snapshots
to feverishly collage along the walls of my
questioning mind:
streets skimmed with gold (but oh,
this is no yellowbrickroad –
can’t you see those pearlperfect gates?).
there there, little girl, no need to pray
for ruby shoes
because you’re already home,
here were you’ve always belonged,
Beloved,

so hushhhhh.
from this day forth
you’ll cry no more.

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