They say our finite ocean isbut a minor detail–a boatresting on the back of Great Fish–that our true home sets sailbelow ~stars~ are where we came from—light scatteredand caught by His Eye–arrangedinto what reflects His Matters–the opposite of sky–held, caged ~far~ away from home—I wish to leavethis vessel, to unlockthe door–there is so much I … Continue reading Evasions (Thursday Doors)
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