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I ransack my mind…the blurred tale that cries 
On hollow tracks  scarcely finding life's way 
The bleakest moans, the clearest views reprise--
A pounding shrill of angst   which reels all day.

Though a prayerful night quietly drains,
Above, a communion with God remains.

From my confined walls,  moonlight slowly bleeds
Ghastly this shadow grilling a leaked pen:
And yet, one flint from heaven’s  star accedes
Endowing malaise    its final amen.

Shall I grow weaker  and perhaps forget
How double-edged illness comes with youth's rain?
Oh   where I recline, next  evening won't set
Dear moments when smiles are lucid again.

Here... tidal bowl with apples soon to fade
As breaths  drop,  pass through dusk’s advancing  shade.



Contest of Craig Cornish:God Knows Where I Am
6/6/2017

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