This Is The Space Of Spirits

This is the space of spirits
where you and I forge together
not collide.

Living becomes dead
and dead is once more

Water pools and pours
over needy, broken
shreds of glass turned sand turned boulder turned obstacle turned vantage point
and we stand.

All together at once
we shift
the molten movement
of granite exposition
here in the Church
of our dearly beloved Frank,
holding fast
to recede into
churning baths
of grey and white and blue and green and black
and colors less unknown.

I realize
these discrepant places
are everything and one.

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