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| By Trish 2013 |
neither here and now, nor, is it there.
Precious objects, lost along the way,
important matters, no longer hold sway.
This path cannot possibly, be the same,
yet, I know it somehow, as through a pane,
of glinting glass carved, cut into sacred signs,
and by the holy music, that vibrates the divine.
Trish 2013
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