In wide open spaces
I professed my love
for all things missing.
I have no secrets,
no wounds, no burning
destiny, no sacred tablets
to deliver me
from invisible.There is a story
about a boy
who swallowed light;
it ate him
from the inside,
until...
he
became light.On the subway,
a young woman
cried out
"Jesus!"and burst
into flames.
No one noticed
the fire
of her skin. 
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