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take me to the potter’s wheel

swerving through the potter’s fields

my navigator: charting joys

true north, atlas

sand down my sharps

to curve jagged edges

into a puzzle piece long-lost

presented to the Kingdom

allow me your eyes

to find greens i could not conceive

gold in the pavement

where i bloodied my knees

the tools to tend my lot i take

from the heart i see in yours

in your obedience i’m hanging to dry

on your clothesline of souls won

souls loved, seed sewn

messages received

above a suburban eden

against a gradient sky

unfazed by the polarity

of our two dying breeds

led into crystal waters

a gratitude, foreign

into what i am afforded

gifted, and revived for

awash, i’m called: just watch

transcend — just watch

how it’s all in a bee sting,

a hummingbird’s wing

eternal spring ephemerals

exemplify, magnify, surrender

where no plague can claim

what is ours, by the Blood

and your name lives free

from a suicide song

and my hands now clean

have never written one before