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Gods
2022
The spring sun pouring in big blinding bars
Across the bare mattress and I lying
Stretched out in the noon shine like a cat
And the dog sighing, bathed in warmth
On the floor, content with small life and the quiet seconds,
Which are the biggest lives and finest seconds of them all.
And with our pulse slowing, and our breaths going
In and out, in and out, like warm waves washing ashore
I wonder
Is it like this for Him always?
Is this what remaining an Animal is like,
Is this what Life really is?
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