it is dusk
the lights of the world soften
the door to the temple closes behind me
its quiet envelopes me.
not distracted by the imagery others express
I can see what I see
I can see what I feel
I can hear what I hear.
in the stillness of the dark interior
my own body alights
the strings of my own lights begin to flicker
they are real to me
I become real to me
I am the great poem
that I am.
I smile at you from this place
where I stand
in love.
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