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THE DIVINE LOVE (I)

from A Dearth of Prose


The divine love moves in ribbons
through the fractured soul.
The divine love hammers sinners
into pieces whole.

The divine love speaks in silence
within the inner man.
The divine love makes bereaval
empyrean to span.

The divine love breaches wall-waves
of calcifying heart.
The divine love casts dispersions
upon the dispersed part.

The divine love is the fragrance
for men too dead to speak.
The divine love is the fatness
of a forgotten Holy Week.






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