until we show up as ourselves
the world is where things get wronged
not without reason which may yet be
made light in the right season
the world is founded annually
on the young personalities of hope
who are gathering now at the gates
having crossed the red sea of the second death
who ready themselves for landing
in fragile vulnerable bodies
do they pass the newly dead
in the corridors in the tunnels
with the angels always coming and going
like nurses or lovers ministering
and encouraging and urging them on
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