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I have seen the peaks
I have seen the peaks
Majestic mountains
Flaunting themselves
Before a diminutive sun
Watched a shadow
Snare the radiance of light
Stood before a Cathedral
Surrounded by truth’s beggars
Touched the hand of an infant
Reaching out in wonder
Felt the sting
Of doubt’s lash
The soothing balm
Of hope
Listened to the murmurings
Of monotony’s metaphor
Heard the herald
Of the hounds
The baying
Of baleful bastards
I have caressed
A soulless sunrise
Bedded down
A morose moon
Argued
With the stars
In the emptiness
Of a moment
Copyright ©
John Lawless
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