In this place where the land escapes
The ambitions of the social masters
And the engineers with civil maps –
Quietness reigns over the pastor’s psalms
that warm like a velvet cape.
Time waits patiently for her hours
To restore the detritus to that eternal
place
Alongside failed terms and dreams lost-
Both haunted by stillness
and in their glorious blessedness - embrace.
For their progeny has and will then be -
Held in vilipend view - just the same.
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