measured, tactile
brushed aside early
was the sound of my heart beating
around the corner
a parade of forgiveness
marched, unrestrained
for the silencer of conscience
even on sunday morning
pews awaken, gleam with
an arc non-convenant
smiles, shameless smiles
and the silent one
becomes the king evermore
and the sea of followers
ebbs
flows
and falls back again
and my heart beats
cradled by my tears
nevermore
adt
short hills, nj
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