To believe in God is to love What none can see. Who concocted you not sprung From a lineage of honeybees wolf in the stars then all the skeletal keys not yet written & all at once Every feeling is a question, a space we don't understand. There must be an animal trapped under your shirt Like the universe's largest engagement ring, it twirls It was a long time ago, but still. What will you do, God, when I die? I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing Shadow of thorns, shadow of thistle and wax Awake I sit sentried with all my Sight And, for me, the whole of you has been transformed into feeling. (Source texts: Jericho Brown, Mai Der Vang, Andres Cerpa, Patrick Rosal, Sara Eliza Johnson, Matthew Olzmann, Alberto Rios, Rainer Maria Rilke, H.D., Pablo Neruda, Aracelis Girmay, C.P. Cavafy)
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