The Pilgrimage, Book II: Part 1 / Phillip Neal Tippin
One breathtaking remove
To gather my thoughts
About Your feet.
I don’t know when,
But at some point we
Let the implicit back in,
To flourish as it once did.
How different a death this is
To follow to and in and through.
The new through-ness of death.
Turns out condescension is
The mountain which to climb
From the valley of our lording.
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