The air hangs heavy
Over Telegraph Road.
Careful now -
Not all our thoughts
Are for the dead.
Your sigh bit through
My skin like
Barbed wire.
Who will kneel with us
At our stone
Altar of truth?
I am contained by you -
I am contained in you.
So we stand
Just north of rapture,
Just west of salvation,
And there is no line
I won't cross right over.
The air hangs heavy
Over Telegraph Road
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CindyB (
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The honesty in your wisdom kneels down beside you at your alter and a reflection of spirit shows within us our transient and mundane lives, Doing the chores on a daily basis only reminds us what we are missing. Allow time for thoughts to take place and correct them if you feel there're right or wrong. It leaves me wondering about Telegraph Road though and its obvious enough to notice something is hidden. Maybe or maybe not of its relevance within this lovely, thought provoking piece and I'll stand right beside you if you want me too?
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