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You are
the power that corrupts,
and purifies.
Out of the
quiet, shaking night,
to give and take.
To change,
and leave no trace.
One night,
as bright as noon.
And I am
left in breathless peace.
Yet
anguished at the benevolent thief's art.
The bowl
breaks and a chalice forged.
And in it
seep the memories of fire and flesh.
Breathe!
Come
forth!
Taste from
this cup.
A miracle
has happened.
And it is
a new day. |
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TIME TO
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24 X 30
Acrylic |
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