O, a magpie sounds the mysterious Order
A sacred geometry
Between its cracked beak
Opens up
Why are the birds leading me here
Seeking you?
Singing me rain-soaked hills
And formations
Bigger than me
On which God draws
In perfect lines
The letter of your perfect name G
A sacred geometry
Formed in blue green words
A daydream about you
In coloured hues
As hills fade in your absence
Into grey words that are just grey clouds
Sinking back into ordinary streets
Without you.
G and her rainbow knight 
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