Gnosis

There is a seed of truth
in every story,
a spark of creation
even in dead rock
which cannot be parsed
or printed, transcribed
on even the finest vellum,
any more than you can
know a woman –
be she a woman of letters –
without knowing the
sunlight in her skin
the forests of her hair
and what it feels like
to inhabit her.

If you do not know divinity
this way, what you know
is only smoke from a gun
and not the shot to the heart.

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