a shoulder to the wheel
as e'er
for want of something real
like air
i came to you, your lips were dry
i brought the sea
eternal grasping at the sky
for want of you and me
from towers looking down at earth
at vast and textured space
our pain does not define our worth
we measure it in grace
with oils i bathe the skin you use
from head unto your feet
the kingdom is but ours to lose
if we refuse to meet
at reverent, giving, common ground
only known to you and me
it is there that our elation's found
as union comes to be
in servitude to some ideal
like stardust after dreams
we mark long hours at the wheel
to learn what substance means
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