vague apparitions on cold concrete
half frozen under the guise of stale season
old gray snow and salt of immaculate hue
hapless shroud over everything
something more than post traumatic
but my neck itches with stress at the end of the day
in the overcast hour of 4 o'clock
i am a sad shiva
trembling imperceptibly dragging the weight of so many
phantom limbs
bring me to the chapel and tell me everything
colored glass and stories will dance around our faces
waving like prayer flags in fervent wind of intentions
and i'll grip finally your hand
and you'll feel my fingers grasp with the concern of love
and in my smile will be the tremble
not relief
thanking my silent rosary
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