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As the Prophets Come and Go
David J Walker 

I
The streets are empty and
The empathy of stars blesses the night sky
With the context of a simple reality
Making us believe we are who we are 
One person touched by one star
One holding the others hand
From a billion lightyears away
One turns to the night as 
The other turns to the day

II
Halfway between the equinox and solstice 
The earth seems undecided
as if it might change its mind about the season
as if the sun had given it reason to doubt
But then the first freeze sets in
As if on cue the winter claims the calendar 

III
The thing about the gods is the 
Fickleness of preference
You would think the issue would be
Some sort of proven reverence 
Perhaps it is the inventiveness of our 
Names and stories that change with
The passing centuries
Only a Prophet would know
But prophets come and go

IV
How is it that we hear silence
And see nothing
Is it a sort of death of our senses 
An issue of depth perception?
Do we refuse to embrace 
The face of defiant differences 
That disagree with our perceived
Sensibilities?
Do we prefer self-imposed 
disabilities?

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