Here Here is the abecedarian. Here is the beauty for/in ashes. Here is the blue hour of reading. Here is the dress of the poetess. Here is the ghost of the holy. Here is the heart of/on being. Here is the litany of love letters. Here is the lost and found of meaning. Here is the reading room of speaking. Here is the refugee of God. Here is the sorrow of yesterday the sorrow of today and tomorrow. Here is the soul train upon return journey. Here is the witness of becoming hidden human language light and refuge. by Paul Hsu 3-3-18