Lost in the labyrinth of words:
Waiting for the light's descent
Waiting for water to gleam
On my bone dry Calvary.
Lost in the ragged realms of night:
Without a wise guide to lead me.
I cannot connect the fragments
Of a swollen, dreamless culture.
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
Of the rapt eternal now.
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