I thought something
Was wrong with me.
I'm writing so
Seriously.
Reading poetry
Religiously.
Lines invade
When retiring;
Ascending I'm reciting,
Divining parallel parables.
I'm convinced
He's left the stage,
Replaced by me
On the page
In figures of speech.
And the Chosen words
Give meaning and comfort
Religion obscured.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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