:://products of friday

a rain sends baptism down
a bird takes first flight
a bell tolls for one homeward bound 
a heart finds another

you and i are thoroughly haunted by
what neither is any shadow of hope nor
any fearing of any shadow
but the shadow of the fear of hoping



and only Darkness knows where fear lives why spiders weave and especially who lit the stars

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