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Is it as it should?

Or do we cast cold stones into still ponds

And stir the waters ourselves?

I wish I could know

If life is but a dream

Cyan embers

Against my worn face

In the chill of November's wake

I thought I was safe

I plead with the air

As if my voice is heard

And if there is a God

And If God could make me right

Why doesn't he?