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Is so far away
Like the sunshine frays
The newspaper cracks yellow
On the inevitable, holy Sunday
It lands at your feet like it bows to the king
Its promise like a golden ring
Circles till a famed eternity
Broken by invisibilities
And severed with nothing
What cannot break us now
What silence creates sound
What windows crack at sun
What dOors close so loud
What then becomes of no one
What follows dreams of love
What shadows secrets above
Like messages under a door
Like souls knowing of more
Like what searchers are
Looking for
