The Wait Time is always running out, sacred things falling down. Just when you pass one fire A new one comes around. I’m here too get in line. I’ve always felt the wait, the end from the beginning my hour getting late. It’s not the road to Emmaus, but it is an ancient path. The devout bend a knee, not to suffer Christian wrath. At the speed of horse…
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