I scrabble for words
To give expression
Of who I am
The what and the how
Of this life
But all the tongues
Of the world would not
Speak it in its fullness
I am mystery
Unfathomable even
To myself
The root and mood
Are sung in songs
Of outer space
On hot August nights
Soul tugged upward
To the orbit of its belonging
My home ever a temporary
Dwelling place
An emptiness deep
That clings tenaciously
Daring me to let go
Knowing that I will not
That I am chosen for it
And I have chosen
The infinity of whom
It speaks and in whom
I am mirrored
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