The world was created
And so was I,
Before I could even take a breath,
Or an exhale of a sigh
How could it be taken for granted
What was given to me,
A life:
In love, in memoriam
Past the disciples
And religious configurations
You must,
Breathe in
and
Breathe out
Witness and
repeat:
You are here
You are near
You are here,
With me.
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