Shadows Fall Across the Lake and the Church


It was youthful spirits this time
That disrupted the flow of reality
They faltered before
Quivered in the early morning light
But their counterparts across the ocean
Seized the day and the ballot box

Amid various abuses
People were threaded
Through the eyes of needles
Reduced in size to make way for
“The next thing to sweep the nation”

An immortal thing ebbed and flowed
Its cup runneth over
Except at the square of existence
That contained the lake and the church

The thing stopped just short of the square
Wondering about that strange language
Between the church and the lake
And why seditious whispers
Ruled the day
Scared, the thing skirted the square
Sensing something beyond its grasp

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