Nothingness
filled the air-
no rippling of water
where the shadows fall.
As darkness grows
narrowing the prairie,
the sounds descend
to the crevices
of the earth
in growing silence
All-knowing earthlings
deny the intricacy
of the spirits,
A deep spring
exceeding death
Slowly the waning moon
merges with
the early sun
Sufferers levitate
from the deep
forgetting dreams.
My sleep is shallow.
Father has risen
but to die again
on the cross
tears penetrating
the transitory
darkness...
still coming
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