All Things Invisible

In wide open spaces
I confess my love
for all things missing.

I have no secrets,
no wounds, no burning
destiny, no sacred tablets
to deliver me

from invisible.

There is a story
about a boy who
swallowed light;
it ate him from the inside,

until he became light.

On the subway,
a woman cried out
"Jesus!" and burst
into flames.

No one noticed
the fire of her skin.

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