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One Amidst The Placid Pines
When We Hunted Time With Catapults
That Cradle Of Wood, That Cart Of Clay
Mortar Is Sugar Of Our Tea
The Faith And Fear Of A Philosopher
Whose Jesus Stands There All Alone
A Life Lost In (Parentheses)…
That Last Knock On My Midnight’s Door
Every Morning Is A Prism Of The Soul
Whose Shadow Walks With Me
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