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by James Crews
Instead of giving yourself slowly away
in order to belong or feel less lonely,
become your own longing. Let the light
of your wide-eyed search for something
larger than the self, beyond the known,
shine through you as though you were
conceived and placed on the earth only
to fulfill your soul’s deepest, secret need.
The part of you that will never disappear
was mined from veins in stone like gold,
then rendered into dust to fill and mend
the cracks in the fragile vessel of this
body, which is itself a walking, talking
form of longing for the moment when
that dust in us is taken up, shimmering,
and carried back to its source.