Come
let us set the Archer in the heavens
and dance to the rhythm of his bow
a pulsing coursing sound
that resonates with the beating of our hearts
and the rush of blood
that swells our bodies
and fills our heads
let us sing to the music of creation
the voice of birds that fly
in the presence of God
and glide on the breath of life
soaring free always free
they rest but to touch the divine
and let us hold each other
until the hunger passes
lie in each other's arms
until the darkness explodes
and hurls the particles through space
thrusting light into the vacuum
let us be one
lost in each other
that we
might find ourselves
outside of ourselves
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