Hour 19, Clarified (in response to Hour 17, Mystified)

I hover behind the bodies
of traveling friends, at peace
and waiting within.

I am here,
I reassure myself,
buoyed by their blind support.

None turn back,
but their love is pervasive
just the same.

Their attention is focused
on the next stop,
to a place washed clean
and bright, its promise
enshrined in glowing color,
an animate stained glass window
bejeweled with muted headlights
approaching as though
drawn to our gravity,
centered.

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