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It’s not magic; it isn’t a trick.

Every breath is a resurrection.

And when we hear the poem

Which is the world, when our eyes

Gaze at the beloved’s body,

We’re reborn in all the sacred parts

Of our own bodies:

the heart

Contracts, the brain

Releases its shower

Of sparks,

and the tear

Embarks on its pilgrimage

Down the cheek to meet

The smiling mouth.