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God Is Free
– Qazse
You don’t have to get cleansed
cleared or confirmed
You don’t have to pay tribute
God is as free as your next breath
your next smile
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Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
i LOVE that!
Good choice!
I love this one, too, but as with many of the writers I hold in high esteem, I struggle for new ways to pay the same compliment – which is always some form of, “I wish I’d written that.”
I know EXACTLY what you mean.
this is great but I should probably tell qaze that. btw. what does agitation of hands mean?
Qazse never really loses that spark of his, worthy of adulation. Gotta pay that dude a visit. Nice shot there, Ben.
It’s from a Sylvia Plath poem.
And I thought it was a particularily strong image and I liked how it sounded.
Mirror
-Sylvia Plath
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see, I swallow immediately.
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike
I am not cruel, only truthful –
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me.
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
Oh, ok. I read some of her unabridged diaries last year.
Interesting lady that Plath.
I like it too.