The Faithful's Heaven
P Patti Masterman
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The faithful’s heaven urges
Their eyes to skies, up-turning,
And quiet streets of oblivion
Swell rising-tide rebellion.
Unseen vanities in disarray
Watch the night eat up the day,
And frail fingers, blue with cold
Once bitten, don’t grow slowly old.
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