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We Are Poets

We are poets.
We bash ourselves against the limits
of what can be said

We stand at the lip of eternity
We make the attempt

Translators
of a language
no one really knows
and everyone speaks

The language beneath us
the structure that undergirds all we see
The steel beams beneath the the dry wall and paint
The sense that all things make

We watch
and speak

Whether we know or not
We speak of
or to
or before

The One who defines us.
The One we are for.

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