Language is lulling the racketing of machinery
into a perfectly subdued song
You told me you think
you thought you might like
a little more or less
This is the way God works
among the waves of seasons
At the exact moment
of burnt leaf husks
rising comes the pungent
release
We must, at some particularly inspiring moment,
pass through the darkness
embracing complete
and utterly humbling
truth of change
Changing life
and death
This is only a test
I won't grade you
Nor your grade
Effect my motive
Only seeking
Love's continual
renewal
cyclic
return
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