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[proximoception]

Could this, too, be an aurora poem then?

My period had come for Prayer -
No other Art - would do -
My Tactics missed a rudiment -
Creator - Was it you?

God grows above - so those who pray
Horizons - must ascend -
And so I stepped upon the North
To see this Curious Friend -

His House was not - no sign had He -
By Chimney - nor by Door
Could I infer his Residence -
Vast Prairies of Air

Unbroken by a Settler -
Were all that I could see -
Infinitude - Had'st Thou no Face
That I might look on Thee?

The Silence condescended -
Creation stopped - for Me -
But awed beyond my errand -
I worshipped - did not "pray" -

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I bet she could rhyme heretic.

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And Moses said, I beseech thee, show me thy glory. Exodus 33:18

And he said, Thou canst not see my face: for there shall no man see me, and live. Exodus 33:20