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Dear Reader 

Before the smoke 

has time to clear, i call out:

With love for the worlds of you i

have not met yet, 

for the kisses i feel others receive

in darkness, despite darkness,

from the honey and fire of your eyes

love for the places i go only 

through my fingers on the map

and with love, in the warm coals

of lyrics i try not to fall back on 

- but oh, don't they keep us 

from losing heart?

Vienna waits for you /

No, he doesn't look a thing like Jesus /

The times, they are a-changing...

combined bits of language 

surpass language itself 

and

finally, there is silence

and air and breath; it is here 

we waited all along,

wondering where we 

had walked ourselves to.

Yes, all those things

are not great; yet

they are for you, 

with love from the deepest 

 recesses of amber. 

Please accept them, 

please take my hand;

please let us breathe now, 

please let it be.