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Poet from

the word “drop”

no choice

involved

in the withering

light of days past

echoes

cries of despair

in endless 

evenings of solitude

but the morning river

is running amok

with cool waves

of white water

& the spitting 

images of God

are abandoned

in holy rapture

but why is

the question

still unanswered?