a solemn, vivid dream,
a lazarus healed by your
abstract prayer - we still
call it faith and even when
narrow-eyed alleys hymn
the trance out of these
petals, yearnings take flight.
laughters soar and tears subdue
the silence that breathes
heat unto our fire, islands
hanging between heaven and
earth - inches of paper and
pens now take refuge in this
space flooded by loneliness.
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