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The Arithmetic of Grace

A shadow at middayAbject terror piercing through crowdsThere’s more than one wayTo feel aloneThe slow, sad acheOf light edging awayLike sand throughThe glass slippingThe corrosive among usImmoralSpecter of self-sufficiencyA rusting pretense separates allMachined downWe don’t touch anymorePassing by, reducedDown in the deepening darkWhat light breaksShines in through the cracksStopping, reversingThe rot’s routGreat enoughTo stall the […]

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