After The Minefields Are Cleared
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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr
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When the answers to the questions that have plagued-
are revealed, no longer veiled, strange or sphinx,
it be then I foresee the movement of White Steeds,
rising up from empty black holes once called space.
How I live to see the faces of the celebrated pagans,
the eyes of each and every agnostic priest of science
turn hollow, salt white, like Modigliani's stone women;
such vision of beauty...when the minefields are cleared.
FjR-MMXVI
Frank James Ryan Jr (FjR)
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