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miracle
rag
falling
like
a star won't burn
we're
through time to here
and
tell it on
we
measure it
the
same above
as
if we'd never been
deeper
and further
like
a fire
the
truth consumes
we
warm until we catch
the
ghosts will always see us
eyes
cut sad from the sheet
blank
stare
then
death is only time's direction
it's
bright if you believe
I like this a lot.
ReplyDeleteBut then, I'm in a Homeric mode too. :)