I want to know.

My faith,

This puree of fears and totem poles,

Is a carriage sculpted in stone.

Meet me,

I promise I will come alone.

We can watch fathers and daughters blend with cactus fruit,

Indulge in endless cups of lemon petal tea,

And in the Damascene evening sky,

Trace the zodiacs of your throne.

I want to know.

Meet me,

Explain to me how you will heal the city of your joy,

How your word will rest on this world,

And when this earth will be as clear as your sky.

I want to know.


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