The Birth of the Sacred Mirrors (for Alex Grey)

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The Birth of the Sacred Mirrors (for Alex Grey)

Birds settle on a tree for a while,
and then go their separate ways again.
There is no separate way apart from you.
When I breathe, I can taste your breath,
ablaze with an all consuming fire.
When my heart aches,
there is nothing you will not understand.
Many have died in this house, but not you. 
Overtaken by this thing which men call death, 
you are closer to me than my veins.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat ReviewMoria Poetry JournalChronogram JournalAmpersand Literary ReviewThe Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA TodayThe Wall Street JournalThe AtlanticHavana TimesSouth China Morning PostThe Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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