by Norma Blacke Bourdeau

Mind: We cannot hope for more.
Spirit: It is adventure for which we claim the universe.
Mind: There is no exit. All doors lead to centers, walls.
          And no redemption keeps us from the cruel ....
Spirit: Nor penance from the umbrage of the fool.
Mind: There is tenderness.
Spirit: There is always destiny.
Mind: There is always the reason to be judged.
Spirit: You free me or it will never come to pass.
Mind: We seize this time from many eons.
Spirit: Truly it is death when I no longer hear you laugh.


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