Aren't we enlarged
by the scale of what we're able
to desire? Everything,
. the choir insists,
. might flame;
inside these wrappings
burns another, brighter life,
. quickened, now,
. by song: hear how
it cascades, in overlapping,
lapidary waves of praise? Still time.
. Still time to change.
- Mark Doty
from Messiah (Christmas Portions)
Sweet Machine: Poems
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peace and joy, secretfragileskies -- your entries have gladdened my life these past months. Thank you.
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