bouncing back

I love a silver echo, you’re
    usurping a melody I can’t contain
         revising the time
     between Templars’ Gregorian chant

and the lull of Spring rain

      I feel it,
          like God/ & continuously seek it
                                              always find it
                             hidden between stones
                                           and violence
                                    however polished

         I think you’re already beside me
                  maybe I’m simply hallucinating


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