The Stars

The Stars we tread on

float

        like dust into the wind

 

A Pavement in the Dusk that will

Bring us back to where we've been:

A cyclone of forgiveness with no account for

'where? and 'when?'

 

God was in the Silence

God was in the Pain

God was in my bathtub Drain

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