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Ekatos
To spirit, be spirit! Unconfused of the
heart.
Each whispers, and each a different
whispering.
In this, that God remain God to
me
And not my own mere conscience, bounced
back
As though a shouting off rock
walls,
That I am curbed, not
boundless,
And might therefore be Here.
And being Here, that I might
Be.
You are Other. Another. Free
In a few clean strides, as a rolling
bright vortex in space itself, yes, as a hurricane seen
from orbit,
And in your apprehension of all that is,
and of all that is to come. Free
Of the very corpus of the dead by which I
learned your
Name. Free
Of the human soul, of all our hopes, yes!
and of our prayers.
It is in your freedom that you
are
Dread, and wondrous.
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In Your Honor. Todd Jackson
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