Fractured Miracles
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Mark Heathcote
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See them fractured miracles
On window pane at dead of night
How they've lived and died
In the murky; melting, sunlight.
O' tree of life whose flaming sword
Does; guard the garden of our Lord.
Let not a drop of frozen blood
-Thud, without a drop of rain
Let not a soul, be scolded.
Without a covenant of, blame.
O' forest seed whose brotherhood
Does; grow deep-rooted falsehoods.
Let not a stalactite, suspended
Go unfriended, without a rainbow
Let not a stalagmite, condescended
Go by all… but Him… Heigh-ho!
O' these dark feelings too cold touch
Won't protect you: from Nonesuch
…As… Him…?
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