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I’ll take your thigh road,
so rugged, overgrown,

that you and I can build upon each other
here, in our bed,

The day is overcast.
Our boat drenched with dew.

We shove off
and glide with the current,

A city, full up to the brim with light,
stood on a hill. It overlooked a valley
of shadow, death, and longing. Then, one day,
the raging radiance began to spill

Let there be light, the goddess shouted
when she struck up the match
and pressed its flame onto a patch
of wiggling hydrogen. Flares spouted

The holiest things are always veiled:

sealed sections of holy writ
sacramental emblems
holy of holies
Her

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