Lost in the labyrinth of words:
Waiting for the light's descent
On my bone dry Calvary;
In the ragged realms of night.
Waiting for summer's blood wine
To cleanse me of wintry sins:
That freeze the flowers of love
That cage the withered spirit
Lost in the labyrinth of time
Of tedious ticking clocks:
Waiting for the miracle
For the rapt eternal now.
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