it fell from its lips like stardust
the last capture of light
before the end; or even
like diamonds, so polished
that it poured from my hands
like sand;
like a revelation, a humble stand
of the last trees, ocean, and sky
before man;
like someone who could speak the language of hearts
blunt and wonderful and so
full of love; oh, yes,
it fell,
the prayer,
like stardust
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