One on each side like a dainty cup,
so gently they hold thine sunglasses up.
So round and nice, with a subtle ridge
there's no bone in there, it's cartilage.
the hands that hold the heavens, are the hands that hold me
though my life is but a breath here, you give me the air to breathe
i stand in silence, i bow in fear
of the God who's far beyond me
and the God right here
-- caroline cobb, "far beyond me"
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