Weightless colour

Soundless light
Springs beneath the firmament
An arc of green, ringing
In the dark spaces where
There are no sounds
Or wounds -
Life lives as it is meant,
Is not cut, deflected, harmed.
There is a sacred 
Place that flows from
Your arms
And speaks of you -
O hollow stone
O place where
We all come
When we are done
And we have reached 
Our perfect form:
Weightless colour
Soundless light
Springs beneath the firmament
An arc of ringing green.
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