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Baker H. Pratt
Tricks of Perception
A damp light flickered
as the moon made way
across the sky
and the clock moved between seconds and silence
The cross shall manifest
the tree to the church
the church to the ground
But the people understand
Live less
A gospel preached by the wind
and the eulogy is made to fit
as is the baptism
And the lost always wonder
And the found always wander
so the truth remains this
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