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At last, I am with you always in the peaceful dreams
Tokens from Flathead, hot-tea hopes, all have driven
Wedges through blankness
Towards that oneness that I always hoped we
will achieve,

Where you are is where the Rose unfolds
and brings an answer
men have watched for from the
now of time
I feel I must dance and sing to tell of this
In a way that, knowing you,
You may be drawn to me.

I sing amidst despair and isolation,
(those seeming entities…HAH!)
I sing of the chance to know you, to sing of
Me and you.  You see, you hold me up to the light
In a way that I never expected, or suspected,
Perhaps…

I am yours to die with, to desire—I must not
Ever think of me.  I desire you
If the wild night of a February day be true.
I pledge to be truthful unto you,
When I can never stop remembering…

Remembering to pass beyond you into the day
On the wings of the Dove.
Take me from myself in the path of the Day assigned!
I prefer “you” in the plural, and
I want you to come to me
All golden and pale
Like dew and air

And then I start getting this feeling of
EXULTATION

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