Spiral path
By hawk
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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Hollow is the sound of forgiveness.
Two thousand years, yet still we wait.
Follow down the setting sun, show us
now that only at the end can a new
beginning come.
In procession we follow, fed lies.
Travelling a path made stony
by our passing.
In hand we walk with the devil,
our hardened hearts beat a hollow
drum. Following the spiral path,
tracing each year gone. Then at
the start, a new year marked
by the rising sun.
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