And now I remember.
It’s like the first breath.
Past troubled lives.
Over shards of painted idols roughly hewn
By a dumb craftsman.
I’m with you now, my God.
You waited for me.
As if I never left for wanting.
Breathe with me.
In. Out.
In. Out …
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