Forgiveness is forsaken
By all
Knowing love Is unconditional
Coming down on us
Like cats and dogs
From father's mothering
Gone now from above
Goodness gracious
Infinite the sky to see
Cloudy days, stars at night,
Supposedly
Life Is written in illuminating light
Across the vacuous void
Proofs and blooms of nebulae
The shapes of the known
Formulae
A Universe within
Forgiveness not forsaken
Perhaps forgotten
About the times of us
Milky ways
Swirling dance of dust
Who's asking
Who for whom
Bells tolling tongues
Naming the wizard a man
In odds within
Oz
Looking for idols of immunity
No way out but falling
Up
Or In love
The rain seems the only thing
Forgiving
Lately
Its begotten cold.
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