my life is a pile of rubble.
no safety here,
no place of security,
only a tent-like temporary shelter
from raging winds,
and dark sunny days.
only placeless, nameless you.
beyond us,
blinding us,
needing us.
the beauty decays even as I watch:
worn away by time and wind.
then nothing is left but you again.
you and you alone.
but no need for flight, or fear!
the beauty we see: hints of you
who, even in your deepest darkness,
as we swim through these murkier waters,
is all we ever seek,
and much much more than all we need.
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