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ONLY BY CHANCE

Lord
I'm locking horns with my pen
over my cracking (ram)shackled ruins
the cross of shame
burns onto my temple
I finger word-beads
to make amends
bereft of worldly passions
I rattle my woodrotting podium
splinters
cut into my sins
poems
burn freely
into my wounds
I keep clasping my faith
but it stopped offering salvation
only by chance
when I crack open
the temple's door

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