After Carl Philips

deep in these
muddy fields deep where
the wind can’t reach
where shadow-like shade
like the sun touches only
the underside of things
I think of what used to
be called the soul there
must be a way, we thought
to suggest grace a way
to return to some
thing approaching
the immaculate but it is
only under this light
that we can believe
in such things

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