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Touch me with silence and douse the chorales
Of life’s pounding roar, the swelter of
Poverty and insanity—
I cannot rivet in the shallowness of vanity’s shoals
Writing upon sand and wind
That cry levity—
You must come or I will blow away like petals,
Then you will not be able to gather and
All will be a casualty—

Can you not sense my storm of violent metals,
Swirling, searching for your magnetism
To cease my velocity
In your soul,
In your sheltering
And forensic truism?

Round me in your breathing mist, the corral
Of your grace that whispers distance
From hypocrisy—
Turn me inside out in a supernal
Of light and let me walk naked in your
Defeating charities!