down that long bared road

in plated vail of disrepair

i offer meekest thought

to godly dome of life at rest

at gates of eden sought

with fewest words and fewer truths

a stale peace at best

i nod to that fair certain line

and bow at lifes behest

in tender tear at gentle tug

torn past the point of know

i wrap my arms around my heart

at search of where I go

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