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Dec 2020
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...
Paul Goring
Written by
Paul Goring  England
(England)   
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