***
We didn’t even get wind of it
when we met our wings barely
touch each other the sky is
faithful to me, the world will be
more chaste, more just. Above floats
the white marriage bed we both
will traverse it.
“Don’t weep. This is the day
of the justification,” a cherub’s voice
consoles us. Something is rising
at this hour something that is our
testimony. We’re only watching.
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