The
apple is prised from its skin
And
there is a space in between ---
Phrases
loose themselves from
The
pages and light shines between ---
The
owls know, seeing in the dark
They
fly through the dense trees ---
Light
shines in a thing cleanly divided
And
love makes the in between to live
Only
love sees truly and hears but
Is
a sealed door to every hard heart
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