Before we had this upstairs west window
There were only whistles, gong rocks, and etched
Contracts with comets. Remember how they
Raced across the sky with no capitals,
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True Vision, Poetry by Robert Shawn Flaherty
Once again, I see truth’s reflection,
after falling from grace-
no one else
could ever take your love’s place.
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