From These Salt-Stained Lips

From these salt-stained lips
truth flows
in slow
motion
peaks and gargantuan plains. 

From these hands
stained with cosmic blue
and iridescent springs
comes the touch
of a thousand and one
tides. 

In and out, 
the light. 

In and in, 
the ground
beneath me. 

From these lips
and hands
and heart
comes the sincerity
of the
awe
full
truth.

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