an inner glass is breaking
who let the burglars in
why do I feel my soul on waking
has no bridge to mend
all washed out the burghers cry
before the last wave comes
all of the innovators, here
beating their vapid drums
stretching my heart to breaking
and then the evening comes
the last known moon has left the sky
why does my soul awaking
look for a reason reason why
the inner glass is breaking
the sun the sun can't seem to rise
the Truth can't bear forsaking
here on the verge of enterprise
what kingdom are they making
what I foresee they just deride
born of a foolish woman's pride
but the earth the earth! is filled with lies.
and fault lines emerge from compromise
and the glass of my soul is shaking.
mary angela douglas 23 november 2022;8 february 2023
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