Suffering Graces

Ok, little victims of circumstance, don't cry, we'll fix it

The skies leaned forward

and I cried harder

'Til thunder made my acquaintance

and the tears made the fountain no more

and a truck rumbling past is an ambient cathedral

Did you have to take everything?

and the leaf waved in the wind

but the music churned a new space

and grace in genuflection I gave thanks

I cannot step upon the sheers without little graces by my side

How would I lift my head to get there?

and someone's interview far from golden is yet to happen

Trickster's steps still held in my glove

The only comfort in the room is Ludovico

but if the gates should open

Like locks had a title called angst

Then crystals behind the glass too shiny to touch

Tremble at each step to the window

As I wait and I wait and I wait

For happiness one by one to greet me

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