Genevieve Taggard

In The Shell Hole Of The World

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What time is it?
Midnight and very dark.
Are you afraid?
No. Are you?

I want to live until morning.
We all want

Morning and peace and the promised life.

What time is it now?

Who know. In another country

They learned the time, and how to tell it.

It sounds fanatic I know

But they learned how to make it, too.

They learned how to make morning, in a manner of speaking;

They made morning while they sat in darkness;

Or you might say, they worked in darkness, morning came,

and they were ready

How can we learn. Are you sure?

Come with me, come with me.

(Are you sure? Are you ready?)

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