we all lie here with our wounds
radiating out
poisoning the wintry land around us
the grail is there
but it is unknown -------unseen
a simple melody unheard amid the
cacophony
sometimes it takes
a gentle hand on the chest
or a smiling face on a screen
or a lingering hug just so
and we can drink grace from the grail
sing the song of spring
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