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So Be It

In my heart I hold a tattered faith
That in the vast abandon there is not a darkness,
I do not know the shape of such a simple prayer,
But still I grasp it,
Found-less and threadbare.
Impossibly altered,
Beyond ashes, beyond sight,
Worlds tumbled over worlds,
Time fused and mangled,
The warped and splintered light gone green and silver,
Tangled in the lost hymn of stars,
Past the ends of the uncharted night.
I grow older,
My coat worn at the shoulder,
Still I am lifted up by my slender threads,
I can still breathe, still live,
To think there is a place where love will come again.

14 Feb 18

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