One

He falls so far short

And yet it is all one

The sun taking petals in its light

His breath the morning dew

Upon a blade of grass

With nothing left by fall of night

 

He is so small, his gaze so bare

And yet to me

There is magic in it

Medicine, God, angels, pure –

He is all and none

He is naught but what he is

He is more

 

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