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Cinnamon Green laced tea Swells, the drowning chaos Down the hall; banter passes Over. I bow in sacred noise, Prostrate before Evil Angels. Dim off-yellow glimmer Sets a shroud of visibility. Thick candle-curtain, Over imprisoned purgatory pieces, Bound immobile between heaven, and Unknown hell awaits. The living Pass omnipotent through projected walls. Brash biting bright Fluorescent bouncing glass bulbs, Hover in the hall above hurried hearts. Sailing by swooping past Soul shrines san steeple, Altars unaltered by priest or saint, Or deity-dominating icon. There are those that need The safety of mindless ritual, to Fulf

One day, And they hardly said anything of your absence. I think the assumption was that you were sick, Or something like that.        As I wrote this        I started to wonder        About all the dreams of the future        That I fill my life with One week, And people are starting to wonder where you are. We say that you're just having troubles, With your family.        Do any of them matter? One month. And it seems like they've forgotten, Or maybe just gotten used to, You being gone.        If all the while        I've been overlooking        One of the best parts        Of the present One more day. And I st