insides out
Edward L. Canavan

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in the fading clutches of once remembered
aloft and away from everything we were
 
straight thru the raftered bells
bone shaken in honest delight
to let go the practiced indifference
of feign and jade
 
our history within us
our blueprint and our
roadmap
 
brushed away like some psychic mandala
 
true and free
 
to gaze upon
the many brilliant constellations
of the heart
 
and finally rise
to meet them.