and is this my work to love:
that every day I hear the call
to make of the ineffable
the everyday,
and speak the everyday, ineffable,
and every day to fall, and move,
and lift my eyes to the silent blue
above
and get to laugh for trying?
every day (a poem)
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Did you write this? I had to look up "ineffable" but once I did it was a beautiful poem.
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