Distance to Closure

Admonishment, gas and precious laughter,
As we have ceased to adjudicate
The meanings of my sleepless nights.

We cleaved in two,
The gentler parts of me,
A Pharisee’s confrontation
With the words of my Messiah.

And I got,
Along the Hem of my dress,
A tear.

Bolstering the incandescent
Or mnemonic crowds
Which have been placed before
Our God.

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