When I saw the colored hall
and stood inside and walked
among the woven hues
hundreds I’d never seen before
I wanted to cry for happiness
how the angel of each color
washed my head and body
and the pillars consoled me
their forgiving shelter
from the pure call of the dome
before I could lift my head
to look at I could
see within that mind
a picture of all the minds we’ve been
and wept.
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