skies
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epilogue
I stand beside God's pool—His creed
Draws me in, I taste the rain.
A concealed aura seeps, is freed
Cherishes passion, spews from seed,
Creatures smile and rainbows breed.
Fade the spectrum, as nimbus bleed,
Do His words now swim in vain?
Warnings dive, the fishes feed,
Conscience absorbed, now only greed
Recalls the cries we do not heed.
© Graham Soult, 23 October 1998
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