Returning from the Absence

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I rode the dragon to the

fellowship hall,

found myself starving

from spiritual neglect, and I

manufactured a smile, the

subtle hesitation necessary to

be in this realm.

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After the service, I walked

street by street through the

downtown Sunday rain.

And thought of the night I

lost you,

lost faith,

found substitutes in the shadows

of a bonefield.

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I must have passed a thousand

times, these stop signs, those

unyielding daggers that ripped the

heart whole, now split between two

distant worlds.

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Product of sin, you were my blood,

now back in the place of origion. I

may still clutch a bottle as I

stagger to your grave, but I'll

smash the liquid out, and lay

my soul bare in the process.

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