My spirit rises
Off the plate
In front of me
And drifts over
To the space
Where she waits
She speaks a language
Distilled by time
To nothing more than
Elbow and wink
Let in the light
But obstruct my view
My spirit rises
Off the plate
In front of me
And drifts over
To the space
Where she waits
She speaks a language
Distilled by time
To nothing more than
Elbow and wink
Let in the light
But obstruct my view
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