I believe in the forgiveness of sins - discuss

into silence and time:  we only stare
forward as we walk, the new vista
ours in the lived day alone and

unshared - beyond us is the life of
another - protected, in-wound, true to
their own destiny engraved on steel

that endures despite us that we
cannot see, cannot feel:  that King,
that Queen, historical linen and

purple royal steps echoing to walls
that cannot speak their names.
In my time I have stared

at a screen and wanted to get
beyond it, go in, but I only
know the touch of my own waters

join with my own time, share
the speech of another that I will
carry locked in my own bone

towards the dawn I will never see:
I can only be me despite them
and know my own fears.

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