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As the Prophets Come and Go
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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