Three am
and this is my favorite
when our words are no longer fully formed
our thoughts travel through the short distance between us
and when they meet
instead of cracking and shattering
they just melt into one another
And you should worship the reasons you are here,
not any sort of creator looking down
But the fire
And the fields
And the infinite serendipities
And it's Stunning, those moments you can feel the magic of your own existence.
"An unwavering band of light"
This too shall pass.
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