to stand as witness and be swallowed
in the returning wonder walls of sea
one side to be blinded
by the stinging tail of the miracle
drowned in the froth of its slamming shut
stuck in its sliding door still
unsure of the force you’ve followed
but here all our sons have died
strangled by angels
and the blood has dried
on the gaping doorframes
now the whole place reeks of a mystery
stronger than the heart can separate
or part back into two waves
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