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my night fell fast

I cannot always

stare at the horizon like this

through the nightfall

hearing the susurration

I could no longer

accept what most

adhere to, so-called

easy believism

hearing their inane diction

sure, they hate

parataxis,

they hate

literary devices

sure they can go up the hill,

do whatever grace theology

and hypergrace theology

taught, but not read Marcel

sure they'd clamber up their

walls, 

they're also

know-it-alls

but have they really seen

colors up there when

the night falls?