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LOSING FAITH



Christopher Stolle




eyes are like windows
eyes are like clouds
eyes are like sunshine
eyes are like blankets.

rivers of tears
puddles of rain
showers of rays
waterbeds of relaxation.

here in a crowded room
all that is heard
is a piano solo.

a calm quiet shattered
a single pane of glass
as a funeral procession
danced by my home.

my eyes can no longer see
what they used to feel
so I get down on my knees
and . . . cry.

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