Far Place
Time is a tunnel of fears,
Funneling years
Down a spiral of darkening dread
Twisting ahead.
Somewhere the passage ends,
After it bends
Millions of labyrinthine turns:
Somewhere Man learns.
Somewhere and someplace we find
We’ve been but blind
Burrowing brutes in the devil’s night,
Shunning Christ’s light.
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