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a liturgy of us
(and smaller things)

exhale
think of something
of the spirit
now
what would that be
the green outside
perhaps
the blue that sponsors
all the green
the gold
the kind we cannot see
that might be
illumination
well-defined

but then
how well others know
there are other
senses
to be saved
and that save us
from
time to time

what do we hear
what do we
smell
and taste
and what are we touching
now

well
flat surfaces of gray
that smell
and (thankfully) taste
of nothing
though
there is
a tapping
we might hear
as above our chamber door
should there be a raven
perching like
the poet’s
trickster

maybe we smell the coffee
that we haven’t made
or the shower
we have yet
to take
(we break for both)

and now
we are back
with
coffee
to taste
water having touched us

and is this
the investment
of the spirit
that made everything
in six
days
as eras
though let’s not forget
there’s a seventh day for
rest

and maybe there’s mélange
a compromise
most days
in which we rise
from tries
at rest
at least
and then invest ourselves
in small things
call them readiness
and chores

and so we live
you know
as best we may
enormous things
to take
smally
and so ingest
as best we may
the cosmos
in our coffee

heaven
for Earth
as best we may

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