I pace a lot now, too

Confused and dazed

To pretend all this

Through a shining smile

And eyes alight

A little too much to pose

Delight, no wonder

Such occurances appear in

A Godless a nation as ours it takes little to

Ponder, the way the rivers flow

Which bends and beds with

Twists and turns, edges to web like

You and your inanimate face

Of flesh and blood and bone

Breakable easily unless your

Place has been redeemed.

The End

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