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(SMOKE SIGNALS BECKON) WAYWARD DRIFTER

 

No

shortage

of doubters;

the naysayers

come out of woodworks

like termites they infest

slowly gnaw away the pulp

fissures on soul intensified

random betrayal of close allies

sinks us deeper into rot and decay

 

yet still seraphim tweet this melody

smoke signals beckon wayward drifter

spirits rising undiminished

and from ashes and despair

a new hope arises

faith in pure vision

we mend bridges

to achieve

blissful

ends

 

 

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