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April 19, 2003
passed over

like a stranger in a stranger land forty years sans seven awandering amidst the golden sin and sand to live beyond desires’ reach but end beneath a tree-shadowed command this single doorstep not crimson-marked as planned but crimson-marked along a greater plan so grand no end beneath but arisen arisen arisen! and from that glass-sea clarity no further banned the back turned away from nature and not from man and from that empty tomb of death we ran no longer stranded in a reptilian rock’s cleft’s span we stand we stand and always before us that gentle hand