Sitting in stillness, the midday heat lounges
All about me in desultory enthusiasm,
But behind my eyes, thoughts are shrieking
Far louder than any actions. Inward I see
The unraveling of lifelines and dreams,
And, their threads unspun, they take to the air,
Their dogfights lighting valley pitted
From fragments of dreams and plans.
The din from this imagined Verdun
Cannot be foreseen by a mind at peace,
So I sat shell-shocked, no muscle twitching
Outside the caverns of this theater,
While beneath it all lays the melody I deny,
The sound that gives shape to such carnage,
The incessant ostinato of faith, hope, love.
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