Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Mausoleum #481
Mausoleum I surrendered me in distant shout of hands uplifting, barely, understanding, I but followed nudgings of contentment, names forgotten, and, now, it's silence which fortifies faith increasing, as does mortar, cracking, loosening bricks of some mausoleum built reminiscent of an unknown god. |
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Mausoleum #481
Mausoleum #481