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Paris , je t'aime

the face of god

across the chasm of identity
in the most unexpected of moments
you completely fill my awareness
breathing vitality into my motionless form

i am a deer
paralyzed in brilliant light
awe-struck with intensity and recognition

i am a moth whose call is to be consumed by light

i am without memory
looking at a new face in the mirror
seeing something strange and beautiful
feeling something deep and familiar

i hear a single voice
an anthem of unity
a symphony of all things performing silence

i open my mouth and destiny speaks
i put my pen to paper and destiny writes

i am told to translate in tones and words
this vision of having seen the face of god
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