My dear wife Calderona
way home
along porta coeli
when you Are
just the prism through
which light
Be-comes colors
(shapes, shadows, sun beams,
light sounds, season flavours,
air making love with you...)
creation moving, changing,
from your hand evolving
Then, faster than light, immanent, real
thought, Knowledge
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