Traveling this soothing light, this bright...

Traveling this soothing light,
This bright,
Morning such filled with Your red
Your delight...
me sees
The golden
Of Jerusalem
Falling on
Slow...
As me to Her divine potence bows...

And like Charles,
The objectivist
me catches dewy mist
As on rails of a gate
As on red hanging like poesy remade...

Traveling this soothing light
This morn, this Jerusalem golden bright,
me gets filled by Your delight...

As if a Reznikoff,
An immigrant,
There sees me
Through all the way...

(Note:~ on a poem by Charles Reznikoff...)

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