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The Atonement    


I have lost my roof.

I have got the starry sky.

The atonement!


The collapsed automation.

Every other day

Comes a letter with green postcard

From the horizon to tell the truth that

There will be another retrenchment  

For the bed of roses.

The atonement?


‘Go if you come

And come if you go…’

The preaching.

But where will I go?

And why shall I come if I go?

The questions

And no answers.

None know the answers.

The atonement. 




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