Because sometimes my heart feels as though freshly
scooped from a cherry-red flow of lava.
Because I stepped into the woods to see the Mariposa
lilies where they spilled down through a stony cut like an opulent flood of
porcelain and green.
Because the stuff of earth is the stuff of pine bark
and the stuff of the human brain.
Because, again, light has context only in darkness.
Because I desire to hold you.
--Mitchell
Hegman
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