Is it that I can't sleep, or that I won't?
I saw an orangutan kissing the hand of a young woman; her hand, and all the way up her arm. I saw a man and a woman in a sensual underwater dance, surrounded by bubbles and sperm whales. I saw a meerkat gently nestled in the arms of a girl. I stood in the Church of the Nomads on Sunday, and worshipped the images and the words that surely came from a source higher than I. I wept quietly in front of strangers, standing at the altar of pure, true art.
Just as he asked, I sprinkled ashes on the snow. A baptism. A light that won't dim.
There is nothing so free and clear as the truth.
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