I have to go back
\nand rinse things off.
\nSee where light laid its fingers.
\nHow high the ceilings were
\nbeing large and being small.
\nHow falling changed
\nthe way I fly,
\nseeing in a glass,
\nthe deep clarity of water,
\nthe shape of dreams
\nin the imaginal sea, and
\nhow the human heart becomes
\nand finally dies,
\nin the vanishings of space
\nit leaves behind.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I have to go back and rinse things off. See where light laid its fingers. How high the ceilings were being large and being small.…<\/p>\n