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May 2016
In the time
that it takes
for
a pin to drop

It all falls apart
and
the voices stop

but
it's the ripples of the
echoes that
******* me

and the waves that

move on through eternity

where the light returns
oh
so silently
across the visions in
my eyes
that no longer
see.

In the time
that it took
for a second look

and the lines
that we read from
a sacred book

It all falls apart
in the time
it takes.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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