Expressions from March 28th
Forty (a lent reflection by Justin Blass):
Forty days of barren womb
waking, sleeping, dreaming constant static
Silence caring out your mind
consumed in the vacuum’s panic
Were you present here now
Discovering songs in the sand
Or starve for his sound
left only a hollow man
A fistful of sand.
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