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Advent

Nestled branches evergreen
deep purple wax dripping
waiting for a King

the impending doom
of days to come
shadow the poinsettia bloom

Table set with crystal gleaming
Happy faces joining hands
I find that I am dreaming . . .

Holidays are hard to swallow
when the ribbon unravels
the presents are hollow

A season filled with argument
meaning lost in full decay --
Advent

You and I are waiting
for (what feels like) the second coming
the Time of which I'm debating

It may be now.
It may not.
Does it matter anyhow?







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