there is nothing like a choir
a kind of confluence of rivers
of blueish thought
reddish feeling
greenish beauty
yellowish freedom and
purplish imperfection
flowing together as love
lasting a moment and forever
in the universe of this space and time
a kind of lifting
of the heaviness
to the heavens
that can’t happen with one
or even five
or with a cast of superheroes
a kind of graduation dance
fills a room with light
from the twirls
of accomplishment
and possibility
a kind of window
into the heart of God
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