Death . . . of course Virginia there is that but lasting briefly but a moment the pain of leaving but of those left we who mourn the suffering is just begun save for but those of us know death a mercy for some.
Love unending is the beginning and ending and the middle or substance of existence and lived or ignored and discovered only in the blinding binding light magnificent and for this we return perhaps to learn again that love is all there is.
What we love loves us, kisses of coins or flesh or wind vagrant touching and caressing us but a moment or more again and again Dragon Flies resting their long flight across Narragansett Bay upon cat's paws of little to no wind and upon arrival after hours of drifting or seemingly so aboard Lisa bass fastened not lasting electrolysis you know but long enough for upon the far shore dad leaned out and asked the clamer what state is this? Center Board Shoal Draft don't you know? Oh Dear Virginia. Don't you know nothing about boats and mucking about in them ecstatic and blessed-blissed out?
Holy Ghost Spiritual Host of All Clouds, Virginia, The emergent Mary marching from east to west whiting the clouds still in darkness Virginia know ye nothing of love? Let me show ye from the starry sailing about the midnight bereft moonless milky way Virginia.
Oh Virginia don't you know yourself a redeemer saviour prophet saint angel not merely a little girl in a gingham checked sailor suit with a skirt and pig tails beads and all intertwined and cornrows I love you so
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