Woken
“And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah”
-Leonard Cohen
done
so come
you disentangling
puncture, and
seep sad songs
weep worn words
which,
once
moved
in you,
me too
but today
trickle, torn
from the
transient
woken
by the dove
born away
while warning
hallelujah
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