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The transmission of transmissions
Set in stone somewhere
Deep behind a rock of silence
Pushing towards it with all my might

Searching for the light

Deep within the darkness, I may find
Some clear skies
Timeless and free
The falling arc of sunset

Amidst the sweet darkness of my being

A silence so deep
You can’t keep me from sharing it
It will find it’s course
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost

Let us toast to the hostess
Laying inside us all
Praying, saying good graces
Before the final call

Ian Altosaar


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