Prophecy from the Future
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You flew, the prophecy the future sent
To me. You levitated up above
My present and my past. My space/time bent
Around you. This is what the truth calls love.
Your mass was holy, giving blood and flesh
For mind and heart to taste. The plane I knew
Was stretched to take you in. Its space/time mesh
Enveloped all the beauty that was you.
I swallowed down the vision like hot coals
Isaiah kissed. Your sacred hands and wrists
Were physical, of course, but shaped like souls
Inside my eyes. My spirit gave them twists
To bring eternal meaning out, or something like
Eternity through ribs, a blue-heat spike.