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
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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. |