I double-booked heaven and earth
I found I could be in both at once
Angels strode over my crossed veins
I stranded myself in a crowd of clouds
Rescuing my face from a drowned tree
I texted Li Po my sympathy
For his lost children and swollen feet
But he deleted me immediately
I buried my books in a red-tailed hawk
Who reduced their words to a single squawk
A sound the Seraphim tossed her
Little pieces of light on a quiet lake
I was enthralled and appalled by myself
I was thrilled and filled with the world
I could feel you waking inside me
Love I have yet to deserve
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