I found him making soup
out of sunny days
and majestic landscapes
and saw his faith
well founded
as dust, dawn
and
painted places that
he can not leave
but who's faith
can be indexed,
Cataloged or place in order?
It just does not work that way.
for as many fleeting souls
touch time, that many souls
adhere by formation to the
vast indifference of heaven
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