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Surrender of sleep [to the never-never, keeping company with the starlight hours].

Surrender of soul [to the every expanding universe, circumnavigated by love].

Surrender of story [to the sinew of form].

Surrender of sorrow to the horror.

Right now, this second, the things we humans are doing to each other.

This second, simultaneously, tearing flesh from bodies to reveal the bones of secrets of state, forever altering concepts of touch, wounding capacity for trust.

This second, simultaneously, ripping apart the hymen of a four year-old, six year-old, eight year-old.

This second, simultaneously, using words of hate to steal happiness from those you claim to love.

This second, simultaneously, planned starvation stealing southern bodies under the wilfully blind watch of western greed.

The second, simultaneously, trees majestic, corals divine, destroyed. Their smithereens turning on my light, driving my car, pulping my heart.

This second, simultaneously, falling in love with the universal teardrop, faltering to find the heartbeat of love that connects us all.

For me, this is the life eternal.

I don’t need fancy towers soaring to the sky (as much as they sing with the caverns of my soul, reverberate in the bell of my body).

I don’t need papal dictates, men in frocks taking my hand to tell me I am somehow less than their more than.

I just need love eternal, spinning my soul to surrender.