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Working: Vol. 4, No. 2 - Issue 14 Summer 2025

reconstructed embroidery, Delphi

I am torn
Words cannot contain
  the infinitude of light
    winding on waves and dreams
supple and sylvan along
forests of stars and cedars  
burning in the temple of Veils,    
                      veiled...as light tends to
                        within itself, together, one
                          mass of particles and waves and
something altogether magnetic                      
like the gravitas of unspoken words                        
lighter, than a grain of sand                          
                                    and denser
                                       than the center of Infinity
                                          which is won and the same
by the soft footfalls of friendships                                      
and loves unfathomed in their multitude                                        
unfathomed in Our singularity, naked and exposed                                          
                                                    for our own Eyes to see reflected
                                                      in the clear tears forming around
                                                        the delicate lashes that flutter
hand-tossed and brazen                                                   
with the profundity of bleeding life                                                     
though, those are not those lashes                                                       
                                           though they are one and the same
                                                         beautiful outside of the illusion of disparity
                                                    and even inside
                                                                  for I Am terrifying in my myriad
Wholeness

Gabriel Miranda
​is a poet, religious anthropologist, and wellness practitioner living in New York City. He spends his days contemplating the myths of the world while working towards his dream of writing his life in poetry. He can be found sharing his spiritual insights and writings on his Instagram @gabrieljonathanmiranda.

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