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stillness

skylight confession
to somebody’s baby
and times
we held long
the edges of dark
neath the pull of november
graces come clean
and settled as words
on our heart

willing reflection
on promise unreal
an ending beginning
to keep us
as one
fell to the altar
of all we would will –
merged into soul
not our own

. . .