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One thousand steps to the demise of the day

One thousand degrees while the sun flares and wanes

As I stare at the curve of the spine of this land

One thousand bottles pass through my hands

Now they say you’ve gone under but I saw you ascend

Holding aloft a gold ring and a brand

Now a thousand meanings have clouded that code

And one thousand sorrows have darkened my road

When will I find the light?

How will I use the light?

And by my very life

Do I reduce the light?

Will the light that I lack

Come back to smite my diffident soul?

What did my empty hands hold?

We came upon that bright plain, strangers

One thousand miles till we met on that hill

Then down to the valley where the rain rages

One thousand years and it’s raging still

Now all cries for mercy they go unheeded

And miseries worsen and miseries pour

Then finally left to bow down, defeated

A thousand supplicants to the wrath of the Lord

Did we receive the light?

Why did we leave the light?

To grope a vacant night

Like naked acolytes

Gone blind to the Christ

From the thousand sights

Our eyes did behold

Trauma upon trauma upon trauma

One thousand fold

From my chair I stare at the encroachment of night

A herd of women pass through my sights

A herd of men construct castles in clay

I heard you coming from miles away

But I defy you to smile should you look on my face

All the traits you revile are carved into that space

And if you don’t want for violence, don’t speak and don’t think

Simply sit there in silence and silently drink

And should we find the light

Since we maligned the light

We’ll simply act contrite

And crawl to paradise

Two parasites for the Lord

Restored at last

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