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Lofting The Willow

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Somewhere, forever,
no hand has touched,
where the rivers rush.

Over melancholy of stones,
deep the bones of Genesis,
lofting the willow.

As leaves part like a choir,
beneath a cathedral’s canopy,
in a heaven of green air.

Without an eye to witness,
the architecture of God,
somewhere, forever.

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