Loneliness in the morning after (a poem for when your faith has been rocked)
I find that I cannot be sure,
The way that I was sure before.
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lament
Where has the cadence gone? A lament during times without structure.
For stave and ink and voice and song,
Are grieving lest they leave – or dare forget their art.
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