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Meek - Mild - Speechless

Find this remnant

in your imagination

because it makes

no sense to me

 

Is this the moment

when the mother ship landed

in the Pennsylvanian mist

unrecorded

except for one

never believed

in his part dressed

bare footed

madness?

 

Or the instant

just preceding

the screaming timber truck

wiping away a soul

craving solace

and kind release

to join his life love

so missed

so loved

so long?

 

Or maybe

God Fearing

our bearded

noble nobody

is standing

in the presence

of his God

and Host

meek, mild

and speechless...

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paul-goring
English
Published
Dec 3, 2020
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