IX
Love shipwrecked my body—
no longer any way to pretend
I am separate from the sea
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XI
think of the Beloved
and light waxes in the eye—
a spark beside a sun
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XII.
this bottomless spring
never runs dry, why stand there
with an empty cup?
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out of this dust pit
evolved your perfect hands, lips—
next stop: angel
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you are the one drop
that, when added to the sea
becomes the whole sea