radiance bathes my contemplation
with joy as I lose sight of my self
and all oppressive laws around
I see no limits in the liberty of light
the dried blood on His forehead
was left by man to understand
freedom which passes between
creator and created is despised
by those jealous for His power
from Dried Blood (1990)
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