at night mice hang around this bakery
they pick morsels of faith
from the limboed souls clinging
to rays of scattered light
crossing between planes
think about this
the light you promised me
was a million years old
the star long since collapsed
supernovaed, blackholed
at times where interjections are needed
i place cairns discretely beneath the earth
so archeologists working in light
will one day rebuild our faults
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