Transcendence for Bunny
she walks
threading her way among the others
in search of the perfect
space so thin
passing through will scrape
the mortal cocoon away
let the soul transcend
through the needle’s eye
she would go
if she could
passing like a beam of light
into the immaculate
she whispers
to angels and saints
where, where
to the bright white
open
O, she says
O
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