The thing I am

by Dieu

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Holy bones and holy flesh.
Where flesh begins and ends
is the edge between dreams
and wanting.

Articulated limbs and digits
turning in the air like leaves.
And then
the cessation
of breath,
for a moment.

But I am saved
for simply the thing I am
is enough
to keep
this
heart beating.

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